I know what I think of him. But what's he think of me? Bet he doesn't know that I pulled out the middle buns and sauce, or that it's a diet drink, or that this is my first meal of the day, or that I'm working out later, or that I'm only having one more meal today.
Bet he thinks I'm that guy who's just like him, but can eat anything and stay lean. Only that guy doesn't exist.
There's no free lunch, especially when it's served with special sauce.