So, picture this: I’m chilling in a food hall, chowing down on my baked potato, minding my own business on a Saturday afternoon. Suddenly, a gang of five twenty-something pals strolled past me, all rocking matching tees, and they were in the middle of a heated debate about what to eat for lunch. Let’s call one of the dudes Carl. He clocked my potato and suggested they check it out since you could load it up with reindeer, salmon, or go veggie. His buddy Jeb gave him a nod of approval. But then, enter Jessica. Jessica was not having it. She wasn’t feeling the potato vibe. Carl floated the idea of grabbing a spud and catching up with the crew later. Jessica, not having any of it, grabbed his arm and pushed him forward, loudly declaring, “No way, Jose! We’re all sticking together on this decision! We’ve got to find something we all love!” Poor Jeb just sighed and begrudgingly followed along. Sorry, Carl. You totally missed out on those delicious spuds. Best of luck dealing with Jessica, my friend.