They said they were full. Then you touched the fries and suddenly it became a custody case.
I thought this was normal until somebody looked at me like I’d committed a small crime.
Pick one. No rewriting the question to make yourself look better.
I Want the Bartender, Not Another Date Night
He remembers my drink. My husband forgets I am there.
July 22, 2026
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I paid for it. I cooked it. I am eating it.
No because mine remembers half a french fry from three hours ago like an accountant.
I give it ten minutes. After that, abandoned nuggets become community property.
You can, but they will suddenly need it the moment it touches your mouth.
The second they say they do not want it, ownership transfers to me.
And they will look at you like you sold the family home.