This past weekend Keri and I went out for breakfast. This used to be a fairly regular occurrence, I might even venture to guess for a little while we’d go to breakfast every weekend. We had our usual spot here in our rainy city of Portland, Oregon. A little place we’ve gone for years and if you’re local you might want to give it a try. Check out the menu at The Cricket Cafe on Belmont. Yummy food.
Well, its probably no surprise, but we ended up there again. Geez, we’re so predictable. We usually split a breakfast because the portions are so huge, one meal really is more food than both of us can eat. This weekend as we sat there reviewing the menu, like we didn’t already know everything on it and went over the options, trying to decide what we were going to split, I wondered if we’d end up with “the usual” again.
The funny thing about this is Keri said, “Do you wanna go with the usual?” I smiled and agreed. When our server came over Keri began to order, “We’re going to split the breakfast sandwiches”
What’s even funnier was my reply when she started ordering, “Whoa! Wait a minute! That’s not our usual”. Keri laughed and asked, “What do you think our usual is?” I said, “Don’t we usually get the Cricket omelet?”
“Oh no, we haven’t gotten the omelet since we got the recipe for the gravy” she says. Oh my gosh that gravy is AH-mazing!!! and oh yeah, that ‘s right. Let’s get the breakfast sandwiches.
The reason I’m sharing this funny little story today is because it just goes to show that communication can be a very delicate thing. Keri and I have been together 20 years and eating breakfast at that same place for probably 10 or 12 years and we each had our own idea of what our “usual” was. If Keri were a co-author of this blog she’d probably chime in right about now and add something snarky like, ” and then Angel realized I was right.” and she’d be right. LOL.
It just so happens in this particular situation she was right, but something we’ve learned in all of our years of working things out and managing our relationship is there comes a time in life were you realize you have a couple of choices. So you find yourself asking yourself this question, Do you want to be right or do you want to be happy?
It’s all a matter of perspective. How are you looking at it?