Once upon a time, I went to the store and bought three 12 packs of diet coke, because it was on sale, and the special was 3 for $8 or something. Also, I like to stock up so that I don't run out of the black cherry vanilla goodness. I have room in the fridge to put in the whole 12 pack box, without taking out every single can. We keep the full packs in the garage, until they are moved to the fridge.
We've had this system, oh, forever.
The other day, I took out the last can and I asked Dude if he would please put a new diet coke in the fridge.
I believe I may have used the phrase "a new one" - which he took to literally mean ONE. He took ONE can all the way from the garage and put it in the refrigerator. One can. How did I end up with such a left brained husband?
September 22, 2006
Literal man to the rescue
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2 comments:
Hee hee! That's silly!
um...you asked for "a new one". I fail to see how the Dude faltered here...
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