It always amazes me how good our instinct of just “something is terribly wrong”. I’ve avoided cars on the highway that would have hit me off not for “that person’s driving is suspect” and moved out of the way

Personally I don’t care for “Mexican pizza”. I mean I like the flavors, but together I just don’t.

One day I started a job at a warehouse as a picker, walked like 15 miles that day pushing a cart around climbing up and down shelves, I was exhausted. Stopped by my GFs house, she asked if I was hungry, I was but all she had was a frozen Mexican pizza. It was at the time, the greatest food I have ever tasted.