Selfish prompt
You're being selfish.....
"Selfish!!? What's so selfish about wanting to go to the restaurant of my choice on my birthday?" Selma insisted. "You all never go with me to the Chili Parlor because you all don't like the Indian spices, but I do and it's my birthday and I want to eat Indian food."
"So go to the Chili Parlor. Just because you go doesn't mean the we have to," Selma's brother, Jeff, replied.
"But it's my birthday. I don't want to be alone of my birthday. Please come with me. My birthday will be ruined if you make me go alone."
Jeff looked at his sister's pouty expressioin. "What a child," he thought. She may be turning 50, but he thought she acted 15, like a spoiled brat.
"We've can't stand Indian food, Selma. You know that," chimed in Jeff's wife, Emma. "If you want us to celebrate your birthday with you it's going to be at a restaurant where we can enjoy it too."
"We got you the vacuum cleaner you asked for. After we spent that much money on you, you shouldn't be so demanding about the place we celebrate," Jeff said.
Selma didn't know how to counter that. They had spent a great deal on the exact vacuum she wanted (without the attachments, though. She would have to purchase those herself later.) They did get her one of those tiny cakes from the WalMart bakery. It didn't have an inscription, but it was tasty even though there was only enough for each of them to have a small slice. No ice cream, of course. Emma was on a diet. And Selma drove all the way across town to Jeff and Emma's house for the presentation of the gift and cake, since her small apartment wasn't nearly as nice for a gathering (even of just three people). Actually, Selma couldn't remember the last time Jeff and Emma had been to her apartment. They preferred to allow her to enjoy the spacious grace of their home. They always thought of her needs first.
"Okay," Selma relented. "I guess the Golden Corrall is okay. I do like their pot roast."
"So go to the Chili Parlor. Just because you go doesn't mean the we have to," Selma's brother, Jeff, replied.
"But it's my birthday. I don't want to be alone of my birthday. Please come with me. My birthday will be ruined if you make me go alone."
Jeff looked at his sister's pouty expressioin. "What a child," he thought. She may be turning 50, but he thought she acted 15, like a spoiled brat.
"We've can't stand Indian food, Selma. You know that," chimed in Jeff's wife, Emma. "If you want us to celebrate your birthday with you it's going to be at a restaurant where we can enjoy it too."
"We got you the vacuum cleaner you asked for. After we spent that much money on you, you shouldn't be so demanding about the place we celebrate," Jeff said.
Selma didn't know how to counter that. They had spent a great deal on the exact vacuum she wanted (without the attachments, though. She would have to purchase those herself later.) They did get her one of those tiny cakes from the WalMart bakery. It didn't have an inscription, but it was tasty even though there was only enough for each of them to have a small slice. No ice cream, of course. Emma was on a diet. And Selma drove all the way across town to Jeff and Emma's house for the presentation of the gift and cake, since her small apartment wasn't nearly as nice for a gathering (even of just three people). Actually, Selma couldn't remember the last time Jeff and Emma had been to her apartment. They preferred to allow her to enjoy the spacious grace of their home. They always thought of her needs first.
"Okay," Selma relented. "I guess the Golden Corrall is okay. I do like their pot roast."
2 months ago
So, the birthday girl was not selfish in the end. Good story, Mac.
2 months ago
