Larry: Hey, uh, we gotta make a change.
Me: *bracing myself for weirdness* Ok.
He begins walking toward the fridge as I'm reaching for the door.
Larry: It's that bag. *points at Steven's lunchbox*
Me: Ok? *SO confused*
Larry: It's unsanitary to have that in here. I had to take it out of the door and put it on the shelf for now, but I cleared a space in the refrigerator in the garage.
Me: *in my head* Oh you DID??? Thank you so much!! Steven will LOVE that. I can't wait to tell him that his lunchbox (in which I put his FOOD) is far too filthy to be stored with the "good" food that it must be annexed.
Larry: Yeah that thing gets handled and tossed in the car . . . maybe it's just me but that's not sanitary.
It is just you, Larry. You're a lunatic. A lunatic.
|He's just a crazy old cowboy.|
I didn't pretend to understand. I just moved it outside, said "ok" (with a little bit of attitude), and came to bed. I miss the good old days when we lived by ourselves.