A summarised recollection of all those interactions I've had with people, either during dinner parties hosted at other peoples' homes or at my own house. Of course, it could be that I'm always surrounded by inconsiderate and insincere idiots at dinner parties, though I imagine they would be thinking the same way about me.
As paranoid as it sounds, I'm starting to think that people eat good food at these really nice places and deliberately hide information about said place only to spite me. After all, it's not as if being there in person with them would make the experience any better...
Based on the mind-blowing revelation that you can request items to be removed from a meal to drop its price. Granted, this is dependent on where you happen to be purchasing food from, but I suppose this is the closest thing we have to modern day "haggling" without the soul-crushing shame of admitting financial desperation.
Just some good old fashioned wordplay in this week's comic. Believe me, this sort of confusion happens more often than you think. Or maybe I'm just a very confusing person to be around. Or, perhaps the most likely explanation, I'm usually surrounded by morons.
