I know that most teenagers love to eat out. Daily. You could have the best stocked fridge in the world. You could even have a personal chef standing by cooking for them à la minute. They would still want to go out to eat.
I realize it’s a social thing. They want to be with their friends. They want to be “seen.” They want to have a plate filled with lots of food, even if it’s bad food.
The other morning Rachel woke up around 11 a.m., hopped in the shower and went to meet a girlfriend for breakfast at the diner. When I picked her up later in the afternoon I had to quiz her about what she ate that day.
Me: (truly innocently) “What’d you have?”
Rachel : “A ham and cheese omelet with a side order of bacon and white toast. And it only cost us $24.00!”
Me: (Yelling): “Are you out of your friggin’ mind? You paid $24.00 for an omelet?” (In real life, I also didn’t say “friggin’ “.)
Rachel is used to my choice of words so she wasn’t the least bit bothered.
Rachel: “No, the total bill was $24.00, we split it.”
Me: (still yelling) “Do you know how many eggs I could have bought for $24.00?!”
This is her favorite word when she knows I’m right and she’s wrong but she’s a smart cookie. I pause to catch my breath.
Me: “And what’d you tip?”
I sighed. If nothing else she’s learned tipping skills.