When the only thing that got you through your POS day was knowing that you didn't have to cook because you bought an extra quesadilla at your favorite Mexican place the day before for your dinner tonight. Only to find that your holier-than-thou-I-don't-eat-that-shit-anymore son has eaten not only your dinner but also the two tiny pieces of pizza you hadn't eaten the night before that.
And they were on MY SHELF!
And the restaurant is closed Monday and Tuesday, so I can't even tell him to get me a replacement.
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