The trouble with the female ostrich

Well, I think I've officially had it. Today, I went to lunch with my female concubine ostrich and, of course, she was oblivious. Yes, ostrich and humans, today is the ides of march.

So we're there and, of course, being a gentle ostrich, I allow her to order first. So what does she do? Nope, she ignores the fact that it's March 15th and orders the soup.

SOUP!?!?!?! I ask, actually holding my tongue (if I have one) to a degree. She gives me this blank stare, so I sigh, turn to the waitress and do the proper thing on the ides of march. I order the Ceasar Salad.

Beware the female of the species. They're always concentrating on the unimportant.