Snippet of conversation between me and my boyfriend at our favorite French deli/bistro this morning (only slightly edited for clarity):
ME: Hmm...I could get a quiche. No, I shouldn't get a quiche. I really don't need a quiche.
BF: No, you really don't.
ME (focusing with all the intensity of a bumblebee): Wow, my socket is totally the wrong shape now. It won't stay on. I should really get it recast, but it's so expensive and such a giant pain in the a$%, you know?
BF: No, on second thought, get a quiche. A new socket would be much more expensive and a lot more trouble. Why not just eat until this one fits again?
Gee, thanks, honey!!! heh heh