You and your friends are out at a restaurant on a Friday night when you see your waiter bringing out your food. Naturally, you couldn’t be happier.
After all, you’ve spent most of the day virtually touring the restaurant’s kitchen (a.k.a. looking at pictures of its dishes online).
You’ve basically been starving for hours, so the smiling server striding towards you is a welcome sight. The wait is finally over!
Upon having your plate set down on the table, however, your face suddenly transforms into that of Patrick Star’s.
Disappointment gives way to confusion as you stare at your empty plate.
You start to wonder if your friends are playing some sort of trick on you, but they, too, look surprised when empty plates are set before them as well. (And we all know that Sammy can’t act. The bewilderment, then, must be sincere.)
Before you can voice so much as a syllable in protest, your waiter swiftly disappears into the kitchen.
You and your friends immediately transform into the cast of Honey, I Shrunk the Kids.
Lo and behold, you discover that your plates aren’t actually empty! The portion sizes are simply more suited for this guy than they are for you:
You then expend every ounce of energy in your being to mask your fury as mild displeasure…and to keep from doing this: