I have always lamented that the biggest problem with women is that no matter what, they are never satisfied. There is always something wrong. There is always something to complain about. Always. I had an experience that confirmed that last night.

After a bit of a rough week at work, I treated myself to a nice dinner at a fairly upscale Italian restaurant in my city. It’s a well know, popular place and the food is always excellent.

I sit down and there’s a large table of ten women nearby also having dinner. They are loud and annoying by ok...whatever. It looks like an office party or something like that.

The waitress comes to take their orders and I shit you not, EVERY SINGLE ONE of them demanded some sort of substitution or alteration to their meal. Not a single one of them, eating in a popular upscale Italian restaurant with a good sized menu could find a single item to eat that was good enough. Every single order has to be tweaked or altered in someway.

After the waitress takes their order she comes to my table and as she’s approaching I can see her muttering under her breath. I said “I’ll make it real easy and not make any substitution.” She rolled her eyes and thanked me. I just ordered the tuna. She even sent over a free app to my table.