“We’d also like an order of onion rings,” my husband told the waitress.
“But mommy, you don’t like onions,” my almost-eight-year-old turned and said to me.
Instantly, I was taken back to having dinner with friends almost 12 years ago.
“What would you like?” asked the waitress.
“A such-and-such sandwich. Please make sure there are no onions,” I answered.
“And what would you like?” she asked my husband.
“A such-and-such sandwich. And no onions please,” he answered.
“Would you like an appetizer?” she asked.
“Onion rings,” we responded jointly.
Giggles came from our friends at the table. The waitress stifled a chuckle.
“What?” I asked our friends.
“Oh. No onions but onion rings. Yeah, we don’t quite understand that either,” I answered with a smile.
I don’t like onions.
I like onion rings.