There's this new guy at work. Let's call him Joe Hipster. He always talked about the best Smashburgers. "How can you like that (
fill in the blank)? It is so boring, old-school, passe, gay, whatever."
He continuously checks the latest dating apps: "I can't find a girl who meets my high standards!"
Okay, he finally goes on a date with Ms. Perfect. The week before, he constantly talked about the date. However, he was strangely quiet after the date. A few days passed, and I asked him, "How did it go?"
"Oh, I can tell she's a bitch. Not my type. She's too Pleb."
A month later, they hired an intern. She is super bubbly and outgoing. Then, she talked about her Net date, "Oh, all he talked about was his rich friends, the Ferrari he must have, and the fancy vacations he goes on. I couldn't get a word in edgewise."
You should have seen it when Joe Hipster and the Pleb met the next day.
Yes, God has a sense of humor.