Back in college, I called some people friends.
Every so often, we’d go to a dumpling house and order a whole table of food and split the check.
Pass plates around, maybe there was some left of what I wanted. But, usually, the others gobbled it up.
Then they’d order too much of something only they liked, or extra things to go, like vegetable dumplings.
We graduated, some of us still went there, but the bullshit continued.
Someone’s sloppy kid was knocking over plates and glasses. I blew up.
I threw a twenty on the table and never looked back.