Having recently asked some friends who I've invited for dinner for any dislikes regarding a possible Indian menu, I received the following responses:
R: I dislike shop assistants who talk down to you, when they are selling you a t-shirt for $70.
B: I dislike shop assistants who tell you that you smell nice, just to make you buy their glucosamine.
R: And when you are in a meeting and your tummy rumbles and it sounds like flatulence and you have to say "gee I'm hungry" each time it happens, so people don't think you are farting. i dislike that.
C: I hate it when you fall asleep in the lobby of your own apartment building and wake up with a blanket on you with a bottle of water in your hand and can't remember how you got home.
R: I hate it when someone moves the toilet on you during the night and once you've done your business, moves it back to where it used to be and blames you for going where they say one never was.
S: I hate it when my fiancée pees on the wall next to my bed.
And I've invited these people to my HOUSE...
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