If we go out for dinner I always have an urge as soon as we’ve finished to leave the table.
I can only assume this is as a sabre tooth tiger is on his way to finish my creme brûlée.
Same as a dog going round in circles before going to sleep.
Other activities also induce a feeling of leaving as soon as it’s over (ahem).
Anyone else have similar feelings?

Is this whole thread a giant euphemism?

Fear of spiders in the UK, riding a 29er, Vertigo, irrational hatred of words beginning with the letter D, odd socks, Tuesday Afternoon, Almost completely made of brass, 1×10, shredits, stubbing ones toe, stubbing someone elses toe, marmaite, lion taming.

^^^all left over from the caves!

I get the exact same thing. Soon as we’ve finished a pint or food I got to get going.

The feeling I’d be really good at hunting. Yet to put it to the test.

perhaps it’s just fear of paying for the bill?