So, I take my oldest son with me to Olive Garden because I’m craving Pasta e Fagioli and also because I want to reward him for being such a huge help while I lay on the couch all day. We eat, have a good conversation, and I keep my soup down. The waitress brings our bill and my son says, “That’s interesting: they let us eat our food without us paying for it first.”

I’m not saying anything else.