Am I a loser?

Before she was about to get some sleep, Laryssa let it slip that my friends were hanging out at a local diner for a post-New Year’s breakfast before heading home. I knew the place, so with my wife in bed, I got in my car to meet with them. Once I got there, I spotted the boys and walked over to them.

“Aw, let’s get outta here,” Rob said as soon as he saw me coming, standing up before I had a chance to say hello. “Look who’s coming.”

“Eh…we saved you some-ah,” Andrew said to me when I reached their table. He pointed to the leftover food on some of the guys’ plates.

“Take care of that, will ya?” Rob said to me, thumbing to the bill on the table. “Thanks, buddy.”

With that, the boys got up and made their way out, talking among themselves without even acknowledging me. The waitress came to the table and handed me the bill. I took it, sat down, and began eating whatever was uneaten on Rob and Andrew’s plate. If I was going to pay for meal, I might as well have a taste of it, I figured.