So a lady friend and I went for her favorite dinner, hard shell crabs on Sunday night. We arrived at the restaurant a little late, eight-ish, and a half dozen hard shell crabs are a leisurely dining thing. So a bit after nine thirty, when the kitchen stopped cooking crabs (because they take a while) she was still enjoying dismantling and eating those tasty bits. A little before ten, she is slowing down and talking about plans for making soup of the last two crabs after we get home.
A guy on crutches comes over, and offers us twenty dollars for one of the crabs (more than double what we paid) because his girlfriend wanted hardshell crab too, but they came in after the kitchen stopped doing them. I could see my lady friend struggling with "awww" vs "But they're MY crabs..." So I looked him square in the eye and calmly said "no".
A few minutes later, I spot him at the bar and the GF is looking daggers at me
Then the light came on - he was hoping to get la- he was hoping for a cozy and intimate evening, and I sabotaged him, but he owes me a thank you. That was the most entitled, passive-aggressive, manipulative abuse she could pull on him. She made him do her bidding with both terrible manners and a high probability of failure. He humiliates himself in front of strangers, grovels for some scrape of approval from her, and when he fails, is subjected to her scorn.
I felt like we were in an episode of "Jersey Shore", except it was Delaware.
My companion was grateful, as she had a hard time just saying no, but really wanted the crabs.
And I am looking forward to the upcoming batch of crab soup
**UPDATE**
The crab soup is amazing.
Exactly what I need when I am a little under the weather.