Decade back, when we moved back to Virginia, we bought a house, and invited people to a “Housewarming Barbeque”.
My Lefty sister shows up, and immediately complains that there are no alternative dishes for her vegan sensitivities. I smile and asked her to follow me. I opened the back door, pointed to the back yard, and told her to graze to her heart’s content, I had purposely not mowed it, knowing she was coming. . .
What, like she couldn’t have eaten a side dish? Those with special diets should bring their own food and not whine about what others eat.