I'm not a picky eater, right? I really don't think I am. I like everything. Well, everything except for mushrooms, olives or pork. Three foods out of like a bazillion is pretty good in my eyes.
Except of course when you're invited out for pizza.
"Hey Erin, what kind of toppings do you like?"
"Oh, anything...well, anything except for mushrooms or olives"
*awkward silence denoting that everyone else at the table's favorite toppings are mushrooms and olives
"That's okay, how about sausage"
"Suuuuure, sausage sounds good"
*trying desperately not to sound picky, even though dammit I should have said sausage first
Which is how I ended up with my own pizza.
"How about an appetizer, the stuffed mushrooms look good"
*headdesk
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