Nah yeah: Clocking up two free bowls of potato wedges.

Yeah nah: Finding out that trivia about how far back my cervix is isn’t generally considered good small talk over said deep fried potato shards. Apparently wedges don’t set the tone for chat about how finding my cervix was like a game of cat and mouse for my doctor.

I would like to know who wrote this rule book and where they credit their authority to make such decisions.