(Lunch at the Shake Shack with my roommate and his friend Jon. My roommate & I have a Shack burger, a root beer float, and fries each, and we split a Chicago dog. At the end of the meal, he looks at my leftover piece of hot dog bun.)
HE: I'm impressed.
ME: That I didn't eat the bread?
HE: No, that you finished the hot dog.
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