Stacy blinked, then suddenly covered her mouth, eyes reddening:
"I'm sorry~ Stacy has bad eyesight, and big sis's name is so complicated... Stacy reads slowly..."
I didn't have the energy to argue. I just wanted her to order me a replacement.
Instead, she started crying, all wounded innocence: "Big sis is so mean... Stacy's scared..."
That's when my boyfriend Arnold James appeared out of nowhere, pulling the teary-eyed Stacy behind him. He turned to me with a frown:
"It's just a takeout order. She ate it, so what? Stacy didn't do it on purpose. Why do you have to be so aggressive about it?"
"How much was it? I'll just transfer you the money!"
I almost laughed from sheer disbelief.
"When was I being aggressive? She ate my food. I asked her to order me a replacement. Is that unreasonable?"
"I've been working all day without a single bite to eat!"
Stacy immediately rummaged through her drawer and pulled out some off-brand snack cake that looked like it had been sitting there since the Stone Age. She shoved it into my hands, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness:
"Stacy ate sissy's lunch, so here—take Stacy's little cakey as a trade..."