On Saturday Andy and I went to my in-laws campground to hang out with them for a little bit and celebrate Mother's Day.
While we were chillin', talking about camper stuff, The Cheeto Story came up in the conversation.
Both Andy and I disagree as to who is at fault so I told my beloved hubba-bubba I would post the story and let you, MY friends decide.
Pull up a chair, sofa or toilet and let me take you back to November 1998, 3 days before Thanksgiving. (I was thin back then)
We had only been dating for about 5 months and I was going to meet him at his house after work where he was going to make me a sandwich and then we were going to play pool in his parent's basement.
I arrived at his house and he lightly toasted the bread for my sandwich, put some ham and Munster cheese on it with extra mustard. MMMM.
Young thin Bee:
Are you gonna have one?
No, I'm not hungry. I'll just have a bag of chips.
[opens the cabinet, looks in the variety box of chips and swears]
What the hell! All that's left is Cheetos!! I HATE CHEETOS!
Why? They're good, nice and cheesy. It ain't easy being cheesy you know!
This really pisses me off! Nobody likes the damn Cheetos so they're always left over!
Bee: [not surprised at this outburst since he and I had been friends before we started dating]
You should tell your mom not to buy that variety pack.
Whatever. [he opens a bag and starts eating the Cheetos]
Can I have one?
Andy flicks the bag over to me, I take ONE and give the bag back.
I then finish my sandwich and we go downstairs to play pool.
I suck at pool but I was doing okay knocking all the stripey balls all over the place and then shoving them in the hole with my hands when he wasn't looking.
I noticed Andy was extremely quiet.
Wzup? You okay?
Oooooookkaaay?? I kept trying to make small talk but nothing was working. I even tried a comic book question and was rejected! I'm standing there racking my brain, replaying everything that had happened...
Then, my 6 brain cells came to one conclusion. No, it couldn't be!
Did you get mad because I asked for a Cheeto?
You know Bee, that was all I was going to eat! You had a sandwich and I was just having a crappy bag of Cheetos!
I asked for ONE! I didn't know you were going to be so pissy about it!
Even my friends know not to ask me for any of my food!
Andy! I'm not your friend, I'm your girlfriend!
At this point I was wondering where my life had taking a turn into Tantrumville.
I DON'T LIKE SHARING MY FOOD!
Bee: [calmly putting pool stick on the pool table]
You know what dude? Call me when you grow up!
I exited stage left!
Here is what our disagreement is YEARS later.
I say he was overreacting over ONE FUCKIN' CHEETO and he says I was being unreasonable for asking him for a Cheeto when that was all he was going to eat.
Now remember, HE HATES CHEETOS and THERE WERE ABOUT 6 OTHER BAGS IN THE BOX.
Don't worry you guys, everything worked out in the end. Andy's dad told him to put his head on straight and my mom told me she'd buy him a big bag of Cheetos.
For the record, I love Cheetos and not just because of Chester Cheetah... although he is pretty cool.
I've never understood the not sharing food thing. Probably because I always wind up sharing whatever I order since I never finish it.
Andy outgrew his non-sharing ways and sometimes will force me to try something from his plate without me asking.
Let us know who you think is right. I have to warn you though, if you don't agree with me, I'll have to delete your comment. Just kidding!
If you click on Humor-Blogs you'll get a free bag of Cheetos.
Watching House is making me a hypochondriac. Now I think I have a brain tumor and liver failure!