I think you are a third person

Today I found myself talking about a person in that interesting "third" way, as if they weren't there. As usual, I made up a story about what they had ordered for breakfast, and how annoying it was. Which wasn't true. (well, they did order breakfast, but I wasn't fussed to what they ordered)

So I was criticizing someone for their breaky choices, in front of their face, without actually referring to them. It's strange how it takes so little for someone to become an a**hole. That someone being me. And the little being "having potato instead of mushrooms with eggs florentine".

I mean, I even LIKE potatoes.