The Ungrateful Seniors At My Door

Summary

I was kind enough to provide free nutritious meals for the seniors in my small town.

But because I switched the main course from BBQ sliders to pasta, Mrs. Gable called me a heartless thief.

She jabbed her finger into my chest, screaming at the top of her lungs.

"You're so young and already cutting corners. Are you going to make us pay you next?"

I hauled all the ingredients from the city myself, and I never charged them a dime.

I even made extra meat dishes during the holidays, making sure