Just once in my life, I’d like to go on a group holiday where single people are given the nice rooms and the couples have to sleep on the pull outs and blow up mattresses. Just once.
There should be a button you can press that reminds couples you’re eating with that their bickering doesn’t count as conversation, and that no one cares if it was 4 or 12 apples in the fruit bowl. No one cares.
When someone in a group makes a joke that isn’t funny, so no one laughs, the conversation keeps moving, but they think no one heard it, so they try again, but this time round it causes a silence, and everyone involved, and I mean everyone, in that pause, prays for a swift death.
Gen Z girlies keep mistaking for a gay man who can talk like them.
Picture my mouth agog as she steamrolled through a million internet references I could not possibly understand.