> >Nobody asks me if something is hot or not. They don't trust me anymore. > > > Or, as Linda says, "You know you're the only one who's going to eat that." > > Once I hear that, I know the chains of reasonability have been loosed from > the neck of the dragon, and the dark skies of pain open wide and free. > > - A > When you're the only one, its like leaving your Dad's beer in the middle of the room at a party of happy drunks. Nobody will touch your stuff while they are turning the house upside down looking for everyone else's beer. The only label you have to put on your hot food is your name and everyone else will avoid it like the plague and then sit back and watch the show (you sweating and gasping) for their afternoon's entertainment. Gary P.S. And you don't care! :-)