Food.

I have two short stories. This is the first. My friend and I were sitting in the lounge at school where you are not allowed to have food. She had a burrito from Chipotle and was enjoying it vigorously. Then the school dean walked by. And this is what happened.

My mom, sister and boyfriend, and I went out to lunch at a Chinese buffet. I am not entirely sure what the deal here was, but it appeared said boyfriend had never been to a buffet. He wandered aimlessly around the bars, looking helpless, while we, finished making our own selections, ate. Finally, we concluded it was time to intervene. My sister explained to him where the plates were located and how to get the food.

What a silly-willy.