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Bless it's heart
This reminds me of staying overnight at a friend's house when I was a kid, and discovering a slightly sinister family habit, like cutting pizza with scissors or everyone drinking hot tea with dinner
I cut my pizza with kitchen scissors. My knives aren’t sharp enough and I don’t have to transfer it to a cutting board. And drinking warm water with a meal aids in digestion :D but I don’t do that lol
It's that small moment when you realise other people do things differently.
I remember being a bit horrified with the amount of handling that goes on with pizza+scissors. Guess I was considered one of the family...