When my husband and I lived on the West Coast, we were pretty close to the airport. We lived in a high-traffic area, so the drive wasn’t always quick, but we had convienet access.
Needless to say, when my MIL went on a trip to the East Coast, she asked if we could pick her up. My MIL is a morning person, so imagine our surprise when her flight arrived at 2:30 a.m. But since my husband and I are very much evening folks, we just decided to stay awake until it was time to pick her up, then sleep after that.
As is typical, we picked her up on that day and exchanged pleasantries. She mentioned how good waffles sounded. I mentioned that I could make them for breakfast in the morning. (You know, later in the morning, after we slept.) We get to the car, and are on our way. Then, we ask her if she needed anything. “Well, I am kind of hungry.”
Husband: Okay, there isn’t much open. Shall we get you a hamburger or chicken sandwich or something?
MIL: No. I really want waffles.
Husband: Well, I am not sure there is a place open that serves waffles right now.
Me: Oh, there is a Denny’s!
MIL: No, I won’t eat at Denny’s.
Me: But they probably are the only place open that has waffles.
MIL: No. Denny’s is not acceptable.
Husband with exasperation: Well, then tell us something else you want. There isn’t a place that sells waffles that is open right now. This isn’t like the area you live in, where things are open 24 hours!
At this point, my MIL became possessed by a toddler. She threw a literal tantrum in the back of the car, screaming, “I WANT WAFFLES! I WANT WAFFLES! I WANT WAFFLES!!!!” My husband and I gave each other a look that said, “You’ve got to be kidding me?”
I finally thought of a 24 hour place that I thought served waffles. When we got there, it turned out they only had pancakes. Not one to make a scene in public, my MIL said that pancakes would be ok. Which was a good thing, because at 4 a.m. her son wasn’t ready to drive her any place else.