Family Dinners

Every time my parents take me out to dinner on a Saturday night for ‘family time’ my dad always drives us to the busiest restaurant in town where the tables are all reserved, and my mum has a minor psychological breakdown when she finds out that we can’t get a table for another hour and says to my dad, “Let’s just go home”, in a very resigned and heartbreaking voice, and my dad says, “Jesus Christ, we will just find somewhere else”, and my mum says, “It’s easier for me to just cook something at home, can we please just go home?”, and my dad says, “We will find another restaurant, it’s not that difficult to just find another restaurant”, and my mum says, “Don’t start a fight with me, I’m not the one who thinks it’s a good idea to drive around at seven thirty on a Saturday evening looking for non-existent restaurant tables”, and my dad says, “I’m not starting any fights, I’m just saying that it’s entirely possible to find another restaurant”, and then we find a restaurant and read the menu and talk about how our food tastes and my mum says that her lamb is delicious and then looks at me and says, "Sorry", because she remembers that I am a vegetarian.