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
and it didn’t go well
I eventually snuck back to the bathroom and cleaned up and put my shitty tighty whiteys in the bathroom trash. I assume his mom knew. Maybe she couldn’t figure out how to address it gently, maybe she just wanted to fuck with me lol