Jon just got here and he brought with him one yummy calzone. He offered me some but I said no thank you until he started eating it.
Before he got here, I made some yummy chicken soup which he is now eating. So, I took maybe a third bite from the half he put aside while he eats my soup.
He said, "Hey! You said you didn't want any."
I said, "You're eating my soup. I put my blood, sweat and tears into that soup. (BEAT) No. Not literally."
He then laughed and suggested that I put this anectode on my blog which I have now done.
Jon, just offered me a bite of his calzone to make up for a few minutes ago.
I know. Perhaps, just a little too much of a slice of life for your taste.