You know when that random bitch at the table next to yours interjects into your conversation without an invitation and then later you're talking shit about her heart shaped shirt and she turns around and glares at you? Yeah, that's your dinneremy.
I was enjoying a basket of cheddar bay biscuits when all of a sudden my mom starts crying and my dad is all "you have a drinking problem, you're throwing you life away." Way to ruin Red Lobster with a dinnervention.