In the 80s a friend who has truly legendary eating capabilities - he’s like a 5’6" black hole, I swear - took ten other people to an “All You Can Eat” shrimp joint near Washington DC.
Several hours in, the rest of us were just sipping our bottomless iced tea and watching him devour plate after plate of shrimp, hush puppies, and fries (you had to clear the plate to get another one) when the manager came to the table and said “sir, what would I need to do to make you leave?” My buddy smiled and spread his arms grandly to indicate all ten of us, saying “all my friends eat for free!” The manager said “Done. Get out. All of you. Please. Please just get out.”
