I’ll tell you what icks the life out of me:
We were out for dinner earlier (Nepalese
) and a man at the next table started scraping his plate to get every grain of rice and every single drop of sauce off his plate. Once he scraped it enough with his knife and fork that it looked, to me, at a distance, like it could have gone back in the cupboard, he then went at it with a spoon. Who are these people? Why have they no self awareness? The bleeping noise of him. Every time I thought he must have been some, he started again. Literally mortified me.
We were out for dinner earlier (Nepalese
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