found out that I'm the only one between my siblings to not have an allergy for sausage, now I can brag about eating hotdogs (I just found out that BOTH have it, I only thought one had the allergy)
AND THEN MY BROTHER GOES "oh the delivery guy said he just left the restaurant with our food" AND IM OVER HERE LOOKING DOWN AT THE BALCONY FOR MINUTES AAAAAAA
I don't like living on top of a food shop because every time I order something and delivery drivers show up to take the order from the shop, I get so anxious thinking it's mine, and then I get the embarrassment of going downstairs just to realize it's not mine I fucking hate this