One day my granny invited me to have a dinner with her.
You know, old people oftentimes feel lonely.
At the dinner, she gave me to dishes to taste: a salad and a soup.
The first one was terrible.
I resited of telling it my granny that it is so bad, that I hardly swallow it up.
I didn`t want to offend her, so I patiently ate it up and said "Wow, granny. Nice salad!
It was worth coming to you." Guess how was the second dish? It was awful.
Even worse that the salad.
I hadn`t resisted and said: "Oh, granny.
The soup is really bad.
The salad was OK, speaking frankly, but may I please leave your soup?" And granny said: "Well, I`ve cooked the soup by myself, but the salad is from the supermarket".
That moment I felt extremely ashamed.