Margarinelly Insane
Old Lady: *shouting randomly* “Marge? Marge?”
Me: “Are you okay?”
Old Lady: *worriedly* “I can’t find Marge!”
Me: “I’ll see if I can find someone to help you.”
Old Lady: “Please don’t go. You must help me find Marge!”
Me: “Okay, what does she look like?”
Old Lady: “Who?”
Me: “Your friend Marge?”
Old Lady: “I’m looking for margarine. It should be next to the butter!”