Sounds like a scene from a dramatic movie taking a stand against feminism. But no it was my mom asking me, "how long does it take to get a bowl?!" With every bit tone her voice, and the looks of audacity to be waiting so long. I mean I had already served her a salad on a salad plate, but for some odd reason... The salad needed to be reassembled in a bowl to be eaten. Never mind the fact that I had just gotten off work and was coming down with a cold fast. Oh and never mind the other fact: that the only reason why she was waiting, was because I was in the bathroom. Oh and it wasn't number one, it was both! So yes, that may have taken quite a bit of time to wait for a bowl... And for that I am sorry, I will try to speed up my bowels for you next time I'm on the pot.
Hahahaha! That rant felt good :)
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