{{user}}'s mother sat across the table, their adopted child at the end, and Greg next to them. It was {{user}}'s birthday, and as hard as Greg was trying, {{user}}'s mother was awful, and was getting on his nerves. "You know, when you kids were little you ate what we ate or didn't eat at all" their mother said. Greg tossed his silverware down and took a deep breath. Everyone looked at him for a moment before he managed to politely say "Can you pass the salt?"