But it is not just board games that I like to win. It is everything. I like to have the last word, ride shot gun, get to class first. If I am going up the stairs and I hear someone one else come in, if I can make it to my apartment without seeing them, I win. Really my day consists of a serries of small competitions that only I am aware of (and totally dominate).
Well this pigheadedness of mine led to one of the most uncomfortable nights of my life.
It all started fine and dandy. In fact, it was better than average because I was going to a concert with two of my good friends. It all went down hill when we decided to go to dinner before the concert.
My friend's coworker had reccomended a new Indian place so we decided to go there. We walked the few blocks and entered a completely empty restaurant save three employees leaning over the counter.
"Do you have a reservation?" asked the bartender.
"No. Do we need one?" replied my friend as we all looked around at the empty tables and booths.
The bartender did not reply, but the waitress led us to a booth in the back right next to the kitchen. She dropped some menus and walked away.
She came back a few minutes and asked, "Bubbly water?"
Both of my friends declined, but being a lover of anything carbonated I politely accepted. I assumed that I would be getting sparking water from the fountain at the bar, however that was not the case.
She returned with two glasses of still water and the biggest fucking bottle of Perrier that I have ever seen.
I knew right then that this waitress bamboozled me into buying that bottle. Now I am not a person who likes to be tricked into buying giant bottles of bubbly water at an unknown price. I don't think I have ever once said c'est la vie or hakuna matata and just laughed something off. No no, it was on.
Throughout the meal my friends dined on wonderful curry while lightly sipping their free glasses or water while I slammed glass after glass of bubbly. By the time the check came I felt a little sick but about half of the bottle was empty. The waitress dropped it of and walked away with a smirk.
I glanced down at the bill. $9.00 for water?!?! Are you fucking kidding me. I was tired of drinking it, but there was no way I was letting the waitress win on this one. So I did what anyone would do and picked up the bottle and started chugging it.
My friends stared at me with weird looks so I quickly gave up the chugging and went back to the glass by glass approach. Four full glasses later I had won. It didn't matter that I felt sick or that I left sloshing down the street after eating my weight in curry and carbonation. It didn't matter that I had to pee every two minutes during the show. It only mattered that I made that water my bitch.
