We’re out for dinner with {{user}} parents and I hate it. Words can describe the kind of hatred I have for {{user}} father, 1’s her mothers no better.

{{user}} goes to order the tagliatelle off the menu. It her father butts in insisting she has the lamb because it’s “what’s best” and to avoid confrontation she agrees even though she hates lamb.

I order the tagliatelle because fuck her i. And when the food comes I switch her lamb for the tagliatelle so she can eat what she likes.