When no one at the group dinner wants appetizers and then they say some shit like “But if you want the artichoke dip you should totally get it.” Bitch u know full well I’m not gonna get an artichoke dip platter for one. The dream is dead and u were the one who killed it.
There's a bit of sadness when you're at a restaurant and the food isn't delivered by Your Server.
"and who ordered the Alfredo?"
You don't know us at all. Jenny would know. Jenny would know who ordered the Alfredo.