Lunch at Georges
when a person or people that you know and trust back-stab you by arranging a meeting (usually lunch) to talk about you. not only are you insulted by not being invited, you’re also the subject of the discussion and are lied to both before and after about where they went. the thing is though, you know about it all along, but don’t say anything because you’re too polite and mild-mannered, but then you live to regret it for the rest of your miserable life.
brent: hey mark, where are your colleagues?
mark: they’re off having lunch at georges.
brent: oh. and they didn’t invite you?
mark: of course not, they’re b–tches, remember? and also that would impede their discussion, as it is me they are there to sh-t upon.
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