The Difference Between Italians and Wasps

A mutual friend of mine and Craig's had a tragedy in her life. I didn't even say anything to Craig. He made a lasagna, brought it to their house. Sierra literally from the south was like, y'all are fucking crazy. No tray? No. Not even with utensils on the side. Sometimes they hide in me, just leave a lasagna. It's an Italian casserole. We don't send sympathy. That is the difference between like wasp people and Italians. You know, Italians, they all drive in the driveway. Someone's in the car driving. The mom jumps out. And then they leave.