Clifford (staring mindlessly at his phone): It was ok.

Me (driving): It was actually really pretty great. You didn’t think it was pretty great?

Clifford (looks at me): It was good.

Me (side-eyeing while driving): Just “okay”? Just “good”? But it’s the best. Don’t you think it’s the best one?

Clifford (sighing, rolling eyes, and looking at his phone again): Why are you asking my opinion if you’re telling me what to think? You’re asking a subjective question on one hand and then telling me your opinion is what I should share.

Me (exasperated): I’m not telling you to share my opinion. I’m stating facts. It is in fact the best buffet in the area.

Clifford (looking confused):  So then why ask me my opinion?

Me (matter-of-factly): I’m trying to test your intelligence. Because it’s a fact this is the best buffet, I’m determining if you can assess that this is the best on your own, or if you need me to tell you what to think. Clearly the latter. It always seems like the latter …