Sounds like on of my experiences.
So I’m watching the Super Bowl some years back.
Yeah, I was just laying around, drinking beer and waiting for the 1/2 time entertainment.
My girlfriend walks in, smoking hot and all smiles “Hey, babe. What’s on the TV?” She inquired.
“Dust...” I responded
And that how it started....
A gf was giving me the “silent treatment” and as I’m leaving to work night shift I notice we’re out of milk. When she feels fat, she drinks 2%, otherwise she wants whole milk, and whichever I bring home is going to be the wrong one. So I ask her what kind of milk she wants me to bring home. She answered “I don’t give a %$#& what milk you get.”
So I brought home goat milk. I really wanted camel, but no dice.