A: I'm ready for bed.
K: Well, I guess I won't be going to bed with you. I still have to finish up on the computer and then go buy some brisket from Giant.
K: Well, you could go pick up the brisket for me.
A: I'm not good with brisket. Every time I try to buy you brisket I can't find it anywhere.
K: rolling eyes Really Abram?
A: Kristin. Yes.
K: Have you ever asked anyone to show you where it is?
A: Kristin. I can not go into that store and ask someone where the brisket is. No way.
(at this point I tuned him out while he went on and on about this nonsense about men and meat - give me a break).
K: I'm not even listening to you now.
A: Kristin. Me asking someone for help with meat is like you asking someone to tell you where the tampons are.
K: I would have no problem walking right up to the first person I saw and asking them where they are.
A: Okay, imagine you are standing right in front of all of them. Would you call someone over and ask, "which ones have wings?"
At this point I lost it. I mean, no one in the entire world can make me laugh like Abram.