Has Their Own Pulp Fiction

(I am visiting a couple I am friendly with. Since the husband is disabled, the wife drafts me to be her beast of burden while she goes grocery shopping. While at the store:)

Friend: “What kind of orange juice do you like?”

Me: “Lots of pulp.”

Friend: “Well, my family doesn’t like pulp, so is it okay if I buy without pulp?”

Me: *wondering why she asked* “Of course.”

(The next morning at breakfast:)

Friend: “Do you want orange juice?”

Me: “No, thank you.”

Friend: “What do you mean?! I bought it for you!”