Last week I had gastroenteritis/food poisoning. Yes, because here they don't have the balls to look at the expiry date on food (and be careful not to say anything; she would get angry, yelling at you, and blaming your existence). Yeah, that's the wonderful situation I have here: If I get sick, it's thanks to this “angelical” human being. Sometimes I say I have a whore complex: I have to put up and smile, like: what a wonderful life you provide to us, you lazy fuck!