We’ve all been there. It’s Friday night and you’ve just gotten home from a horrible, trafficky commute after a horrible, long week of work. The house is trashed, the kids are starving, the dog peed in the living room, there’s no food in the fridge and you’re getting really cranky.
That’s when you say it.
“OK, everyone, get in the car, we’re going out to eat, I just can’t take this anymore and I’m too tired to cook and clean and I deserve a break and want to sit down for once and have someone serve me some half decent food.”
Or something like that.
Right?