The end of a relationship, heard on a bus in Streatham Common.
Girl in green:

"I don't like celery...I put up with eating celery for a year and a half and I hate it. I only did it because you like it"
"What?"
"No I didn't like it on my spaghetti bolognese..what? No you always liked it but I hated it."
"OK, well..good, fuck you then."

The end.