Still at the Dim Sum place, Jilly and I are nearly done eating, but she has to get moving. Our server has some ESP kinda thing going on, because just as we start thinking, “it’s time to go”, they appear.
Server: I can pack that up for you if you need!
Jilly, mid-noodle-slurp: that wwld be gwreat!
Me, also stuffing food in my face: [totally unintelligible]
Server leaves. We assume to get the little styrafoam box, but they return empty handed.
Server: Well, I can take your plate to bag it up, but yoU HAVE TO STOP EATING FIRST
Jilly, Me: Yeah that makes sense