A
box of off-brand Wheat Thins were in my food pile. I don't need Wheat
Thins.
Me: Oh crud. I meant to put off-brand Triscuits on the list.
Austin: You did.
I didn't say a word, but Austin recently told me that my expressions are transparent.
Austin: What's wrong?
Me, grudgingly: Those are off-brand Wheat Thins.
Austin: What are Triscuits?
Me: You know Shredded Wheats?
Austin: The basket-weave ones. I almost got those. I'm so sorry.
Me, hugging him: It's all right. I'm just shocked that you don't know what Triscuits are.
Me: Oh crud. I meant to put off-brand Triscuits on the list.
Austin: You did.
I didn't say a word, but Austin recently told me that my expressions are transparent.
Austin: What's wrong?
Me, grudgingly: Those are off-brand Wheat Thins.
Austin: What are Triscuits?
Me: You know Shredded Wheats?
Austin: The basket-weave ones. I almost got those. I'm so sorry.
Me, hugging him: It's all right. I'm just shocked that you don't know what Triscuits are.
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