My ex picked me up.
We picked his parents up. 4 people in a sedan.
I’m holding the pot of gumbo he made (it was good) on a towel on my lap in the front seat.
The lid is from another pot, and is too big.
The pot is filled high so I have to hold it just so as we drive to stop it from sloshing out.
He forgot the sourdough bread he bought.
He forgot to buy rice at all.
My parents had both on hand.
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