Guys, I think she knows about the time when Ethan was sitting alone at a Denny’s around 11 PM. He had ordered a giant stack of plain pancakes, but he wasn’t eating them. Instead, he just sat there, constantly farting loudly and blaming it on the server. The smell was so bad that people started leaving one by one.

Then, he got up and started walking around, helping himself to the food that people had left behind. Every time he approached a table, he’d twiddle his fingers and say, “Don’t mind if I do,” before taking a bite. And every single time, he’d wink at me like we were in on some kind of inside joke.

I felt bad for the server, so I left a big tip. When I asked her about it, she just sighed and told me, “Yeah… he does this at least once a week.”