So once when I was my young runaway self my BF and I stayed with a family friend of his that rented rooms.
I was particular about separating my food from hers. None of this ‘let’s all share’ stuff because, sorry, my food is better than yours, to me. I want non e of what you have.
So anyway I had a few plantains on the counter. I leave, come back, they are gone. GONE.
So I ask her where they went and omfg.
“Oh those bananas? I threw them out.”
“You THREW THEM OUT? *Why?*”
“I went to peel one and it wouldn’t peel; was baaaad.”
No lie I was mad about this for a week. First of all BETCH they were not your ‘bananas’ to throw away. Second of all, they were not soft or rotten so wtf. And when I pointed out to her that Plantains are CLEARLY DIFFERENT from bananas she was all like ‘Oh I know what plantains are my daughter-” who dates a Puerto Rican guy “eats them all the time.” OKay so you a lie, because you say you know all about them, but when faced with a huge, hard banana that you cannot peel, that is orangish pink on the inside and tastes nothing like a banana, you deem it a banana anyway and throw it out.
Y’all I was SO MAD about this for such a long time. They weren’t hers and then she tried to cover it up with a nonsensical lie DON’T EVER EFFING LIE TO ME YOU AREN’T THAT GOOD AT IT ANYWAY AND I CAN TELL.
Don’t touch other people’s plantains.