Went to a restaurant with DH last night to celebrate our wedding anniversary of 9 years.
The waitress came up to us to take our drinks order whilst we had the menu in front of us. I ordered a glass of fizz, and DH had a beer.
She asked us if we wanted anything while we waited - i.e olives etc. We looked at the menu where they had various appetiser type things, like olives, garlic bread, and barbecue chicken wings, strangely enough, so I went "ooh chicken wings" partly because I was surprised they had them as a little appetiser thing and partly because they did sound appealing, though I probably wouldn't have actually ordered them, as it seemed too substantial a choice. But then DH says, in front of the waitress, "you can't have CHICKEN WINGS" in a slightly shocked, disgusted voice, and said "lets get some Olives". So the waitress said "okay, olives" and walked off.
So I gave him a 
look. He said, "oh, sorry, did you really want the chicken wings?". I said, "well, not especially but it seems I didn't have a choice anyway, and if you are now asking my preference, I certainly dont fancy any olives, but anyway, have whatever you want".
I probably would have said this to him during the decision making process if the waitress hadn't been there - but I was a bit silenced (i.e shocked) by his weird anti-chicken wing outburst so decided not to make a scene (I didn't really care whether we had an appetiser or not)
Anyway he said "sorry, I didn't realise you wanted them so much". I said, look, I dont really want them as such, it was irritating the way you told me I couldn't have them like I was some kind of child, that's all.
The waitress then came back with our drinks and he then proceeded (despite me protesting when I realised what he was doing) to change the order from Olives to Chicken Wings. At that stage I just felt sorry for the waitress who probably didn't know who to listen to so I just sat there with flaming cheeks and let him reorder.
Its like he totally missed the point that it was him telling me I couldn't have them that was the issue, not whether I actually had them or not, and that he (a) embarrased me by telling me I couldn't have something in front of the waitress, and then (b) embarrased me again by changing the order as if my life depended on eating some chicken wings within the hour.
The chicken wings came, they were lovely, nice little morsels of chicken whilst we waited for our starters, and he enjoyed them as much as me. The ordering debacle wasn't mentioned again by either of us.
Was he behaving like a bit of an arse or did he just get it wrong?