(I live with my older brother in a townhouse. Because of this I usually take care of cooking and cleaning, but this time I leave him in charge of making dinner.)
Brother: “How do you cook hotdogs?”
Me: *blank stare; heavy sigh* “Okay, first you boil the water.”
Brother: “For how long?”
Me: “Until the water boils, then you put the hotdogs in, and boil the hotdogs.”
Brother: “I don’t get it.”
Me: “Boil the water, put the hotdogs in, boil the hotdogs.”
(He gives me a blank stare.)
Brother: “But wouldn’t the hotdogs already be boiled, right when I put them in?”
Me: “What? No, because when you put the hotdogs in the water stops boiling… you need to wait for it to boil again.”
Brother: “For how long?”
Me: “A couple of minutes… and if you want to be more precise, the hotdogs will start splitting.”
Brother: “So, I wait until they’re split?”
Me: “Yes…” *walking away* “I’m leaving now, and if I come back and the house isn’t here… I’ll understand why.”