me, angry: I’m LEAVING-
doorknob: nope *catches purse strap*
husband: *enters house w/ buckets of water*
me: what’s with all the water
him: you know FULL WELL
[in high school]
me: that’s the guy I like…
friend, speaking super loud: YOU MEAN BRIAN-
me: can you tell me what’s wrong with my car?
techician: sure..I’ll take a look
technician: it’s not too bad..
me: thank god..what is it?
technician: eh..just shit in the cylinders
me, completely clueless about cars: wow…how frequently should I do that?