Last night, I needed olive oil to cook dinner and I was exhausted, so my husband volunteered to go to the supermarket and get it. While he was there, he figured we should get a few other things too, like bread and cereal. I'm usually a little hesitant to send him to do our shopping because I’m a little anal about my shopping, but I was really really tired and I needed olive oil.
He came back half an hour later with two bags of groceries. The first thing I said was, "OK, where's the olive oil?"
He pulled out this minuscule little container of oil that contained maybe five drops of oil.
"Why didn't you get more?" I asked him.
"Because I got a different brand than usual and I wasn't sure if you'd like it," he explained.
"Well, why didn't you get my usual brand?"
"Because...." He hesitated. "I actually forgot to get the olive oil at the grocery store.... so I had to stop at a drug store on the way back to get it."
"But the only reason you went to the grocery store was to get the olive oil!"
"I know, it's ironic." He hung his head. "You were right, you never should have trusted me to get groceries."
But it's all okay, because I didn't need that much olive oil and I need to go to the grocery store to get meat soon anyway.