*after repeatedly explaining my gluten issues and that bread, etc. is no bueno*
Boss: Hey, I made sure there's a cheese pizza since I know you're picky.
On an entirely separate occasion:
Boss (to me): What kind of toppings do you want for pizza?
Me: I can't eat pizza.
*cue boss has NO idea why I'm declining, I attempt to explain that gluten=flour and pizza is made with flour. She is completely boggled. Like, as if I had just tried to teach her astrophysics.*
I just love the implication that "hey, I have a food allergy" has translated into 1. I must be a picky eater and/or 2. I'm a vegetarian. Neither is remotely true.