My name is Lucia. I had a memorable story yesterday. That day I was off. Since I just received my allowance, I bought a delicious dish, fried gas, which I liked the most. By the way, when I took it home, I opened it up and put it in a chair. Ignoring it, I left it on a chair with a broken leg and only half of the box was put on top, the other half floating. As expected, my box of fried chicken started to shake. And the "chunks" of fried chicken fell to the ground. At that moment my mother came home and scolded me naked. I promised myself there and then that I would never set food in that place again.