i was in middle school and went to olive garden with my parents. the waiter had one of those voices that...you know, that men in the gay community normally have.
and so they had this soup on the menu i wanted called pasta fagioli that i wasn't sure how to pronounce and also i had social anxiety
I tried to order "freedom fries" at a burger restaurant once. My mom looked at me like she didn't know me. It was a tough afternoon for 13-year-old me. My face is heating up just remembering.
Always reminded me of the Battle of the Frogs. Talk as much shit about French military success, but one night a bunch of actual croaking frogs sent the residents of an entire New England town screaming into the night because of the mere thought that French soldiers were approaching as they slept. The cunning and brutality of French soldiers was practically mythical.
I don't know they were fighting about Canada or something. /s