20-something girl: Where do you want to go to dinner? How ’bout that Italian place on the Lower East Side? The one we went to when your parents were in town?
Tarty friend: Oh, no. We can’t go there.
20-something girl: Why not?
Tarty friend: (stares at her intently)
20-something girl: Oh. Well, how bout that place we like in the West Village?
Tarty friend: Nope. Sorry.
20-something girl, exasperated: Hey, can you, like, stop sleeping with the waiters at all our favorite restaurants? I’d really like to be able to eat at these places again.
Tarty friend, sighing earnestly: I’ll try.
Overheard by: doesn’t know whether to be impressed or judgmental