Last year when I was visiting another submarine museum our guide was this radiocommunications guy who served on a sub before. You'd think that's nice but he was genuinely the most insufferable person alive and barely gave any information on the history/structure/etc. of the actual submarine we were on. He mostly yapped about his years in the navy while we tried to ignore him and study the thing on our own. Anyway at some point this hoe mentioned that he loved serving because that meant he "wasn't forced to spend time with his annoying wife and eat her stupid bellpeppers". And first of all fuck this guy., Second of all shoutout to his wife, I'm sure her cooking was amazing and hopefully she divorced his ass and is living her best life now. And third of all this phrase alone was enough to make me the most insane bellpepper fan out there. I loved bellpeppers before but now I eat triple the usual amount purely out of spite. I had bellpeppers for breakfast today. 6 AM bellpeppers. First dish of the day. Fuck that guy. We fucking love bellpeppers