And then there were two.

So basically, my best friend is CRAZY. Literally. I mean yes, we are all crazy in our own ways, but this is a whole other level of crazy.

So, since I have my license, and she doesn’t (she hates driving) I am obligated to drive her to school. We were earlier than usual today (because she’s sleeping over until her parents come home) so we decided to go out for breakfast. Well, when we do go out for breakfast, we usually get breakfast at Denny’s, but for some “ungodly reason”, it was closed. Today of all days. Great. So instead, knowing the possible outcome, I suggested that we go get breakfast at iHop. Like I thought, that was where it all went downhill.

Soph: What?! We can’t go to iHop! We never go to iHop! We always go to Denny’s. It’s our designated breakfast spot. We can’t go anywhere else without consent.

Me: Consent from who?!

Soph: Me.

Me: What? Oh come on! It’s ONE day. We don’t have time to mess around with this, we only have an hour and thirty minutes until school, and we have to wait to be seated, and order, and wait for the food to be made. It’s iHop or nothing.

Soph: There HAS to be another Denny’s within a ten mile radius.

Me: Well there isn’t so deal with it. We are going to iHop.

Soph: (Scowls at me for about five seconds) Fine. But if the food isn’t satisfactory, or we somehow get food poisoning, you’re going to have to answer to a higher power.

Me: ………Okay, lets go.

CRAZY right? Yeah, it gets better.

So we get there, and thank goodness we know the guy who is waiting on us (he’s our neighbor’s brother and he went to school with us, we’re pretty good friends.) We go to order, and she then goes on to make comparisons and speculate on if iHop breakfast combinations are the same as Denny’s Grand Slams, and if they use the same stuff to make their hot chocolate and all this nonsense. I finally step in after about 5 minutes and build her a Breakfast combo similar to the one she normally gets at Denny’s and call it a day. When we get the food, she inspects the food cautiously, then takes a bite, chews for a little bit, stops, and takes it in for a minute trying to decide if she likes it or not. Her proceeding to take another bite is a good sign. Success (FINALLY). We finish up and leave, with about fifteen minutes to spare.

Soph: You know what? That wasn’t as bad as I thought. I mean, it wasn’t quite as satisfactory as Denny’s, but it certainly filled the hole. I think we’ve found our alternative afterall. Well done, Jess.

Me: See, I told you. You need to be more adventurous with your restaurant variety.

Soph: Lets not get crazy.

Me: A little to late for that.

Soph: (glares)

I bet you guys think I’m making this up right? Ha, I wish.

I know this is completely boring and irrelevant to basically all of you, but my other friends are both aware of how she can be, so I thought I’d share a little of the insanity with you guys. An incident like this is a DAILY occurrence. You can never have a rational argument with her. She’s crazy. But I have to admit, she definitely makes my life more interesting :)

I know nobody will most likely read this, but I figured why not just let my mind run wild and share a slightly entertaining story with you all?