Used to, when my wife was driving and we’d pull up to a drive-through, she’d give her order, ask me what I wanted, repeat it to the order-taker, and when the order-taker said, “Will that be all?”, I’d say, “Oh – to go.”
And my wife would tell the order-taker at the drive-through we’d like our food to go.
Occasionally I act goofy at the grocery store to make kids smile and my wife will exclaim quietly “you’re a retard” to which I reply loudly “ha! You married a retard!”
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