Now that I'm an adult, I've faced that hard truth that small pets are basically more dynamic plants.
The pizza employee: He wasn't friendly when I ordered or when I challenged the original slices and he begrudged me when tried to return it.
After receiving bad pizza: "Hi, I'm calling to voice my displeasure... the mozzarella was old and congealed..."
About being a dinner guest: if the food's separated; I can do a lot with it. It's the casseroles, soups category that I can't deal with.
