It’s not a poem but I honestly couldn’t have made this conversation up and wondered if anyone else had to deal with this kind of stuff from aging relatives, and if so does it make you laugh? or just cringe like me
Oh you can stick your cans from Brazil too
The cans, that come from Brazil, they’re no good
It gets stuck, the keys break off and then you have to put a knife around…
You mean the..
You know, the Corned beef you got me, I don’t want them ones again
But it’s the brand you always have
The tins are rusted, they are useless, I don’t want them. Now the ones from France, they’re perfect ,nothing wrong with those, but this Brazilian tin <scoffs>, they are no good.
Well you know I can’t choose where its packaged right?
You could get the French ones
No, I order the ones in the brand you ask for, online
Well ask for the French tins
They don’t let you choose which country you want the stuff packaged in.
What do you expect, its tinned meat. If they are faulty I can try and complain but…
No don’t complain
Well then there’s nothing else I can do
Ok – just get the French ones next time