Yesterday I got to listen into a breakup at a sushi restaurant. Some dorky guy was dumping the woman he was eating with. Apparently moving in together hadn’t solved the problems they’d hoped it would.
Key to the whole thing was that he’d noticed that a lot of women really wanted him, and he’d rather check that out than try working on their relationship. This was all being explained with no break on his part in eating.
Best breakup ever.
Also: if you’re ordering takeout should you tip the guy? I did, but I figured I’d tip like 10% as a compromise. You’ll have to note that at that point I felt like the world was pulsating and that I felt like hugging or killing everyone I met (due to withdrawal). I fear I missed an opportuntiy to not tip. Or embarassingly undertipped.
