It Was A Snackcident!
Blame it on the mezze

Have you ever done that? Just eaten off someone’s plate you weren’t supposed to. Man, fuck. OK. Full disclosure, I've done it—more than once.
I’m not saying like I’ll l reach over and cut a piece of steak off someone’s plate. I’m a classy bitch. I am talking about the random french fry. Lemme just grab a fry while they finish this conversation. Whoops.
And then it’s awkward. The oops moment. The fuck did I just do? Did they notice? Or, awk. I heard that term the other day from Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) and felt it in my soul. The number of times I felt awk is ridiculous.
What about that random sip of coffee that wasn’t yours. I never mean to do it. It’s just like a natural response my body makes in some weird reflex moment. I did it to my boss once, and she was flabbergasted. I needed to stay awake. My face was either going to bash into the desk from boredom, or I was going to take a sip of coffee. And, to my surprise, she called it out. Double- awk.
She was like, did you just take a sip of my coffee?
And I was like, whatever, I thought it was mezze. We double dip hummus all the time. I could have sworn it was a cultural thing.
I gaslit her back.
The word ‘Mezze’ in Middle Eastern countries means ‘sharing,’ and it is basically a spread consisting of small portions of many different appetizers usually served before the main course because we take our ten-step meals seriously. You’re welcome.






