Today, i had soup for lunch.

As Grandma watched me eat the soup, she excessively offered me things to go with it (as she usually does during any sort of meal). Throughout that one bowl of soup i was offered some steak with barbecue sauce, a slice of golden delicious apple, and some bread (which she had shoved in her purse at Johnny Carino’s the day before). I declined all of these options, as is the customary (not to mention safer and healthier) response whenever presented with food offerings from Grandma.

Not even 10 minutes after i had finished my soup, cleared my dishes, and sat down to become engrossed once again in my book – Grandma offers me one more thing:

“Would you like a bowl of soup?”
“No thanks, i’ve already had one today.”
“Oh. Well, good for you.” 


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