A conversation about the empty water filter pitcher in the fridge:
Me (staring blankly into the refrigerator): I wanted cold water.
Scott: Use some water from one of my bottles in there.
Me: They have your germs on them.
Scott: Uh, we were just making out.
Me: That’s different. Those are making out germs.
Scott: Alright. I won’t refrigerate my mouth, then.
It’s nice how Scott usually comes around to my way of seeing things.
