The other end stopped for a moment. "What's wrong?"
Bernice yelled, "Are you really asking me that? You still messed it up after I asked you to get me some fresh oatmeal. Where did you acquire it from?”
The voice on the other end sounded angry. "You were in a hurry. What do you suppose I got it from? I just picked up some leftovers from a random restaurant and put them in a container.”
Bernice’s face curled in disdain. She felt like someone else's spit was all over the hand she used to touch the container. "That's gross," she said angrily.
The other individual laughed. "It's not like you were going to eat it. You only needed it for a show, right? Why are you acting like it matters? What a drama queen.”
Bernice grumbled beneath her breath, "Can you stop doing everything half-assed? W
