That awkward moment when you are with a group of friends hanging out. And you find out that you are not third wheeling but like 7th or 9th wheeling and you don’t notice until you settle down to eat.
The friends: Don’t you hate it when you partner does this?
The other friends: Oh my gosh! I know right? Like why would they do that?
The accused: But it makes logical sense to do that. What we don’t understand is why it bugs you.
The friends: But that is just weird whichever way you look at it.
You: I like steak too. All the redness of the meat is so tantalizing.
And suddenly your presence is recognized and no one knows what to do with you.
You think of running away but the meal arrives. Scent is so good, plus it has the much added nutrients to power your brain so that you can think of how you can leave without it making it look awkward and you vow not to do that again...until it happens again. And of course you notice it too late.