“Steve. I brought some caramel corn in if you want some.”
I thought, wow that’s nice.
“I had to go clean out my great aunts house after passing. I gave it to her a couple years back and she never ate it.”“Huh, thanks” Soooooo she offered me popcorn she found in her dead relatives house. That Auntie didn’t even want years ago? What kind of bottom feeder does she think I am?
Turns out I’m the kind that eats dead-aunt corn.