Mad- "Ughhh, this chicken is terrible! Is it okay to eat? How old is this chicken, it's soo dry? Where did you buy this chicken?"
Calm- "Smiths. It was on my way home."
Mad- "Well, it's the worst chicken I've ever eaten, geez, it's awful! What's the date on it?"
Calm- "I don't know. It's from the chicken place, the deli guy put it in the bag from the big pile o' chicken."
Calm- "I'm sure it's fine."
Mad- "Well, this chicken is the wors..."
Calm- Still fairly calm "Shut Up about the chicken! So it's not the best chicken, sheesh!"
Mad- "Didn't you look at it when they bagged it?"
Calm- "No, I didn't. I've been gone for 12 hours. I was hungry and tired and we needed dinner. You are welcome to fix dinner any Thursday when you know I have a late class."
Mad, - Angrily "Well, if you didn't want to cook dinner, why didn't you just say so!"
Calm- Silently, calmly, chews her dry chicken. It was terrible chicken.
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Oh dear.."Calm" is very very patient, me I would have probably picked up the chicken and left it in "Mads" lap.
So I guess Thursday nights is "Mads" cooking night from now on? Bet he gets takeout.
It's going to be a looong weekend :(
That explains the 11:00 am garage.
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