For several months this past year, I was visiting a certain 7-11 twice a week. I was in a group of 5 people. The night manager is an immigrant man who speaks poor English. When we would walk in each time, I would say hello to the manager and the cashiers, as we all recognized each other.
Once, one of the members of my group asked the manager if he could use the restroom. The manager pointed to me and asked my friend if he was with “that fellow”. My friend said, “yes”, and was therefore allowed to use the restroom.
I thought we were all friends with the manager, but apparently it was only me.