I mentioned tomato juice in my last post, so here's a tomato juice story for your amusement.
Scene: London, UK.
Time: late 2024.
Dramatis personae:
Me, a Ukrainian, craving tomato juice like it's the only thing that can save my life.
My beloved flatmate, also a Ukrainian, going through a chronic illness flare that causes horrible brain fog.
Flatmate: I'm going to the Polish shop. Do you want anything?
Me: I do have a request, but I feel like you'll refuse to have THAT in our fridge.
Flatmate: ???
Me: Tomato juice. I'm craving tomato juice. I want tomato juice SO BAD.
Flatmate: ...only because I love you.
An hour later, my beloved flatmate enters the kitchen with a bag full of Polish groceries. I salivate at the thought of my tomato juice and run up to them.
Flatmate: Okay so I was picking between spicy and not spicy, and decided that you would want it not spicy. Here.
They proceed to hand me the following:
Me: I mean, I'll give you that, it's not spicy.
Flatmate considers terminating the lease on the spot.
Exeunt.
Tried to insert an image into a Tumblr post for the first time and failed and yelled "TUMBLR WHY ARE YOU SO HARD" and my flatmate said without looking up
"well it likes you"