picky and overly-critical dinner companions

People who only ever eat five things and loudly express disgust about whatever I'm eating piss me off.

Tonight I was eating a delicious veggie salad, innocently chomping on the crunchy green peppers, when I had a flashback to the "bell pepper incident" of 2000something. Here I was, nearly 2/3 of a decade later and I was reliving this intense moment of pure rage.

The setting was our typical college town Italian restaurant. This girl who was the pickiest eater I've ever known kept going on and on about how nasty the bell peppers on my pizza were...how can you eat that?... what does it taste like?...Bell peppers killed JFK.... I just think it's gross!... Really, what does it taste like?

After way more than I could take of this capsicum inquisition I snapped, loudly:
                IT TASTES LIKE A F#%KING BELL PEPPER.

The evening got a bit awkward and I never spoke of it, until tonight.