Elaine, did you make this hummus?
No.
It’s really good.
Okay, but I didn’t make it.
David, did you make this hummus?
Nope.
Well, who did?
I don’t know.
I just want to compliment the person who made the hummus, but no one will tell me who made it.
I wish I could tell you who made it so you’d shut up about it.
I’ll shut up about it when I get some answers.
Hey, Eric, did you make this hummus? It’s delicious.
No, I didn’t make it either, and why do you have to compliment the person who made it? Can’t you just eat it and move on?
Because last year when I came to this office party, I made a spinach artichoke dip and no one said shit to me about it. Someone should have said something. Do you remember that dip I made?
No, it was a long time ago. I’ve probably eaten thirty or forty dips since then, so I don’t remember your stupid dip.
Exactly. People forget dips and the people who made them. We need to talk about the elephant in the room while there’s still time.