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A Periodic Sweet Tooth

| Romantic | June 8, 2014

(My fiancé and I are getting groceries.)

Fiancé: “You’re about to start your period, aren’t you?”

Me: “What kind of a question is that?”

Fiancé: “Seriously? The cart is full of chocolate.”

Me: “Touché.”

Nothing Makes Scents At That Age

| Related | June 8, 2014

(My three-year-old sister and I are wandering about the store while our Mom shops. We’re trying to find her.)

Me: “Do you see mommy yet?”

Sister: *with the most serious look on her face* “I can’t find her scent.”

Mix Mix Up

| Related | June 8, 2014

(My fiancé has just come back from the store getting stuff for our two kids. In the bag is a can of mango juice.)

Me: “What do you want the baby to drink?”

Fiancé: “Give him the drink mix I just bought for him.”

Me: “Oh… that can thing? It was mix?”

Fiancé: “What did you do? You gave it to him straight, didn’t you?!”

Me: “I thought it was odd that you bought him a can of juice.”

Fiancé: “And yet you did it anyway. Why do I let you do things?”

Can’t Get The Transaction To Zip Along

| Working | June 8, 2014

(I go to a sewing supply store to get a separating zipper. The store is not self-service; you have to ask for your items at the counter. There are displays on the wall behind the counter with examples of all the items they sell.)

Me: “I’d like a separating zipper, please.”

Clerk: *brings ordinary zipper, the kind joined at the bottom* “Here you are.”

Me: “No, a separating zipper, please.”

Clerk: “This one separates, see?” *pulls tab up and down to show me that it opens and closes*

Me: *points at one of the zippers on the wall behind her* “I meant a zipper like that one.”

Clerk: *turns to her coworker and asks wonderingly* “Do we sell those?”

Pizza Pie Meets Pizza Fry

, | Working | June 8, 2014

Me: “Can I have two plain slices of pizza and a side of fries?”

Waiter: “Sure.”

(I wait. He comes back, but with two slices of pizza with fries on them.)

Me: “Um…”

Waiter: “Is something wrong?”

Me: “I ordered two slices and fries.”

Waiter: “Oh, my god, I’m sorry!”

Me: “Don’t worry about it. Mistakes happen.”

Waiter: “You sure?”

Me: “I’m sure.”

(I am only able to eat one because it was filling, but it did taste great. Now whenever I get the same waiter, he makes sure I want my pizza and fries separate.)