So my mother, my sister and I went to IHOP for breakfast yesterday (my dad was left at home in yet another passive-aggressive punishment by my mother, but that’s another story). The waitress gets our drinks and starts taking our orders. She takes my mother’s order first, then she looks at me and I give my order, and my sister goes last. After the waitress leaves, my mother tells me that I should have let my sister go first. Seeing my confused expression, she adds that it’s “just how it is” and goes on to tell me that if I’m on a date with a woman, I should be the one paying. Never mind the fact that women these days will go on dates with men they’re not attracted to just for a free meal. I bring this up and she responds, “Yeah, but she might change her mind on the date once she gets to know you.” Yeah, fuck that.