I wrote some time ago about the Lunch Bully. He or she is that person who dictates restaurant choice because of dietary restrictions, quirks, or sheer stubbornness.
I only recently discovered there's another sort among us: the Lunch Martyr.
LM makes no suggestions nor offers any criticism. LM suffers in silence while those around him enjoy their meals unaware of their friend's distress.
This is how I came to learn about LM: I had picked up lunch for myself and a coworker, and later he told me that he had never really liked that place before, but that day's lunch was very good.
That's when I pointed at him and declared, Lunch Martyr!
He then pointed back and said I was both Lunch Bully and Lunch Martyr.
Interesting point ... I'll cop to the former since my vegetarianism dictates to a point where we'll be eating and I do tend to acquiesce when it comes to restaurant choice. But, but ... the reason I don't protest too much is that it is simply the truth that we will be going where the Lunch Bully wants to go. Why fight it?
UPDATE: The coworker deemed the Lunch Martyr protests the designation. He says his actions only show that he is a team player.
Says the man formerly known as Lunch Martyr, "There's no 'i' in lunch."