Joyride really confused me the other night. I mean, I had this great waitress with the same name as me. We were like so cool. And funny. And both totally hated our names as children. I thought we had something ... then she just never came back. I was like, this isn't Tinder, you can't just ghost me before I get a taco out of it.
I eventually got my taco (or three) and the best Brussels sprouts I've ever had in my life. The new waitress, who eventually showed up to take care of us, just wasn't the same. I guess, sometimes you do have to settle for second best or risk ending up alone and taco-less.