The Wrong Kind Of Corned Beef

(I work at a cow farm. To carry my dirty work clothes home I use a plastic shopping bag.)

Me: “Hey, [Brother]. Whatcha doing?”

Brother: “Making lunch.”

Me: “Did you get that bag off my dresser?”

Brother: “Yeah.”

Me: “I use that to bring my work clothes home. The ones usually covered in cow s***.”

(My brother goes silent and angrily throws the bag in the trash.)

Me: “What did you think the random bags in my room were for?”

(He’d been carrying his lunch in my used bags for almost two weeks. I was wondering where they went!)