She says: What is this?
He says: It’s the pepper you asked me to buy.
She says: No, it’s not. I told you a green pepper. This is a yellow pepper.
He says: Sorry. Isn’t it pretty much the same anyway?
She says: Actually, it’s not. If that were the case, I wouldn’t need to specify, would I? But nevermind. It doesn’t matter.
He says: Babe, it’s just a pepper.
She says: Yep.
He says: What do you want? Do you want me to go back and exchange it? If it’s that important to you…
She says: No, it’s fine. I can find something else to make for dinner. How does SpaghettiOs sound?
He says: We have SpaghettiOs?
She says: Or we could break out the spray cheese and squirt it right into our mouths.
He says: I think you’re overreacting.
She says: Well, I can’t control what you think, otherwise you’d have thought to pick up the right pepper.
He says: I messed up. I apologize. I don’t know what else you want from me.
She says: Nothing. I want nothing.
He says: Come now, that can’t be true or you would have dropped it already.
She says: What I wanted, you couldn’t deliver. I’m over here trying to cook you dinner, but you can’t even be bothered to open your ears for three seconds and listen when I ask you to get me a green pepper.
He says: So, your problem is that you think I don’t listen.
She says: My problem is that I don’t have a green f*cking pepper!