That unspoken group dynamic when all your friends are in an Uber on your way to the club and the people in the backseat are lit, dancing and scream talking and the person in the front seat is the group's PR person and talks to the driver and just keeps saying "I'm sorry for that"
oh my fucking god we have to just keep washing dishes and putting them away and putting more food on them and washing them again over and over again until we die