“Fed up,” Joe whined, looking at me as if I was supposed to solve that particular problem.
“Shouldn’t have eaten so much then,” I snap back. Deliberate obtuseness is often my weapon of choice.
“Oh, funny.” He nabs chocolate from the cupboard. “Though now you mention it...”
“That bar of chocolate had my name on it!” I bellow after him.
“Not literally,” he yells, throwing my weapon of choice back at me.
Carrie comes in, her face thunderous. “Where’s the f*** is Joe?”
I point her his way. Looks like I’m about to solve problem number one for him too.
“Shouldn’t have eaten so much then,” I snap back. Deliberate obtuseness is often my weapon of choice.
“Oh, funny.” He nabs chocolate from the cupboard. “Though now you mention it...”
“That bar of chocolate had my name on it!” I bellow after him.
“Not literally,” he yells, throwing my weapon of choice back at me.
Carrie comes in, her face thunderous. “Where’s the f*** is Joe?”
I point her his way. Looks like I’m about to solve problem number one for him too.
