Picking up our lunch order at Tim’s and passing it to The Girl:
Me: Here is my coffee. Here is Mike’s coffee. Here are your donuts.
The Girl: I know, I can’t have it until I finish my lunch.
Me: Yup, and here is the chili.
The Girl: I’m not eating that.
Me: I know, it’s for me and Mike, you can have a sandwich when we get home.
The Girl: It’s gross.
Me: It’s in a bag, you can just place it on the floor.
The Girl: I’m not sleeping with you guys tonight.
Me: That’s why we are eating it!
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