That awkward moment you discover where cheese balls come from.
That awkward moment you witness a customer negotiate the price of his meal with the east Indian owner of a Subway.
Also, the owner doesn’t cut his nails.
I mean like ever.
That awkward moment you’re sitting at a table in a bookstore and an old man, sitting at a table next to you, is reading a book on Microsoft Windows and repeatedly muttering, “You have to be f****ing kidding me.”
I think not.