I go into the
kitchen.
Austin: I mixed the bacon and blah blah blah, but I can't finish it because blah blah blah.
I go through the fridge for some munchies. Austin keeps talking. Nothing strikes my fancy in the fridge.
Me: Why is there no bacon?
Austin: Because I cut it up and put it in with the quiche mix. We have more bacon if you want to cook it.
Me: No. Why don't we have quiche yet?
Austin: Because I have to wait for the pie crust to reach room temperature. You realize I just told you this not five minutes ago and this proves you weren't listening to me.
I leave the room without food or comment.
Austin: I mixed the bacon and blah blah blah, but I can't finish it because blah blah blah.
I go through the fridge for some munchies. Austin keeps talking. Nothing strikes my fancy in the fridge.
Me: Why is there no bacon?
Austin: Because I cut it up and put it in with the quiche mix. We have more bacon if you want to cook it.
Me: No. Why don't we have quiche yet?
Austin: Because I have to wait for the pie crust to reach room temperature. You realize I just told you this not five minutes ago and this proves you weren't listening to me.
I leave the room without food or comment.
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