Short story about salad making (again).
SC: and I'd like green olives.
Me: *puts on green olives*
SC: (in a corrective tone) Green olives.
Me:
SC: Green Olives!
Me: [...]
SC:
I meant black.
Me: Do... you want me to take them off?
SC: Naw... Just add black ones on top.
SC: and I'd like green olives.
Me: *puts on green olives*
SC: (in a corrective tone) Green olives.
Me:

SC: Green Olives!
Me: [...]
SC:
I meant black.Me: Do... you want me to take them off?
SC: Naw... Just add black ones on top.

sorry, bf and I adore green olives, and it felt like I should echo your title! I'm always amused when someone catches a whiff of their own brain flatulence.
that saves a lot of confusion.
only sometimes they get it, but then again, I've had people go "wft are you doing? no jalapenos!" "but you said everything!"
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