Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice
I was seeing this extremely attractive girl who would’ve normally been out of my league. Whatever, better to be lucky than good, right? We’d been on a few dates, and I took her to a restaurant.
Halfway through the meal, she takes a sugar packet from the table and puts it in her purse. I asked her what she was doing. “I collect sugar packets from restaurants I like. See?” And then from her purse, she pulls out about 20 sugar packets. And they’re ALL THE F*CKING SAME. They weren’t matchbooks, no names or logos, just a pile of white sugar packets. She then spent the next few minutes unsuccessful in trying to identify which packet was from which restaurant. I can’t say I noped out of there, but it was an “ah-ha” moment.