I get it. Apoligies if the jest was in bad, err, taste. You know, two balls of rice, two girls, one eats two, the other...
I’ve heard post-WWII near-starvation stories from family. Sucks to be there.
No apologies needed.
It is amazing to me that I know somebody that has actually gone through what could happen to us.
Even down to getting a call from the police station that they would “like to talk to you.”