It's no secret I spent the better part of my summer eating.
My personal favorite was taking the kids to lunch at Steak-n-Shake, where the three of us could roost at a table, giggle, play and feast for $20 (including tip).
Every time I went to Steak-n-Shake this summer, I ordered the Chili Three-Way.
And every time the waitress came by the table, she'd ask me, things like "How is your Three Way?" and offer "Would you like more crackers with your Three Way?"
And each time, I'd giggle and look down and mumble something like, "My chili is fine."
The last time we were there, during the last week of summer vacation, the restaurant was particularly quiet in between the breakfast and lunch rushes.
While the kids discussed what kind of fish we should buy, the waitress swung by our table with refilled drinks, picked up my plate and asked, "How was your Three Way?"
This time, I looked her right in the eye and said, "Are you SERIOUSLY asking that?"
She shrugged and piled more plates, "That's what we're trained to say...."
And off she went, as though on skates, leaving me at the table with both kids staring. "Whats so funny Mom? Was she supposed to laugh?"
I fidget with my iPhone and look at the bill, offering them a vague excuse like "it must be me, your mom is just..... (mumble mumble)....."
As August winds down and turn back to fruits and vegetables, I don't miss the McFlurries or the Frosties; I don't miss pizza or french fries, but I'd like another Three Way.