Cathy Classics by Cathy Guisewite for January 30, 2025

I for some years lived in a certain southern state (starts with a T) and none of the local women could order from a menu. We would sit there, everyone with a menu in hand, for minutes, then the wait person would come to take our orders, and these women would be all -“Oh, oh, I don’t know what I want, What are you getting.” “Ooh, ooh, I don’t know, what you are getting?” -And this would go on and on and I would want to scream. I actually did once.

I went to lunch at my favorite restaurant with seven co-workers; they complained that we had been sitting there too long and the waiter hadn’t been by to take our orders and we needed to get back to work, so I got up and found my favorite waiter and said come by, we need to order now. But then not one woman other than myself had a clue what she wanted, and I literally screamed at them, just lost it, I was so furious and embarrassed.