(Scene: I'm on my hands and knees emptying out the garbage
in my craft room. Tom walks in, freshly showered.)
Tom: Do I smell good?
Me: (without looking up) Yep.
Tom: Do you know why?
Me: Because you showered.
Tom: But do you know why else?
Me: I don't care if you've pooped.
And he hands me his stick of deodorant.
It's a new one that he just opened today.
Who comes up with these things?
I hope they have a mountain of awards piled up in the corner
of their livingroom, 'cause this would make me buy it.
No questions asked.