When I was working part-time at a Mexican restaurant in high school (to save up for that b-e-a-utiful prom dress I saw at the mall), there were a few behaviors from diners that I was forced to ignore - the customer always being right, and all. In addition to a couple sitting on the same side of the booth (don’t you two need any elbow room!?), it always intrigued me when a husband or boyfriend ordered both meals at the table, without consulting his date.
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