“Let’s go out to eat tonight.”
I hate roughing it on the chef’s night off!
I’m sorry, sir, but we have a strict hipster dress code. Would you care to borrow a pair of skinny jeans and some black glasses?
Let me top off that coffee, honey. Did you save room for coconut cream pie?
What the hell – supersize it, babe! It’s not every day we have a 25th anniversary.
Would madam care for a quart of Valvoline with her tube steak?
Same words + different people = different meanings
It’s all a matter of expectations.
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