One of the best restaurant conversations to overhear is two women “deciding” to order wine in the afternoon. It’s always the same conversation with the same tones: absent-mindedly: “Maybe I will actually order a glass of this…wine” “You know what? I think maybe I just will do that too!” It’s just so comforting and precious. The ones next to me just actually referenced the weather as being a factor in their decision.
(This never happens, however, with three or more women, who will just order the fucking wine like they all knew they were going to when they agreed to meet up.)