Food shame etiquette.

Friend: “I was out to dinner with a coworker and she took over 20 minutes to pick her meal, with lots of “I’ve been so bad this week!” thrown in for good measure. I mean, sure, I worry about what people are going to think what I order, but I internalize that shit. Inner monologue, bitch.”

Me: “Exactly. I keep my neuroses to myself and let them slowly destroy me. Um, it’s called manners?”