When I told R I had been fired (since Sunday apparently, I just wasn't notified until today), she asked me, "Do you want to get tapioca?"

To anyone who didn't know me very well, her question would have seemed quite insensitive.  On the contrary, it was very thoughtful of her to ask--tapioca is actually my comfort food, sadly. 

Father says it's politics.

I say it's bullshit.

Apparently it's the same thing.