Next Door Neighbors by Pat Sandy for January 24, 2023

I think i’ll just go into the kitchen and open up some cans of soup.

Boy is this ever familiar.

You’ve guac to be kidding me.

Too funny. This sounds like some of the conversations my wife and I have about going out.

“Wherever” in this case is that expensive steak house. Jan’s giving him the old process-of-elimination routine.

I’ve had this conversation, in several relationships. I’m beginning to think there might be a correlation. Perhaps causation might be involved as well.

Reminds me of a work lunch one time. We asked one person that wanted to join us where they wanted to go eat, “anywhere”. But then we asked her if she was vegetarian, which she was. That cut down the choices quite a bit . . .

OK then, you go wherever, I’m going for pizza.