Five minutes into an hour long walk.
HUSBAND: Ew, Kate. You might want to fix your nose.
ME: Oh God, really?
We’d just walked past two people and I’d smiled at them complete with nose chandelier.
ME: Did that get it?
HUSBAND: Uh, no.
ME: What? But I can’t feel anything there! If I can’t feel it, how can I find it? I’m flying blind!
HUSBAND: I’m not getting it for you.
ME: Has that fixed it?
HUSBAND: Go like this *demonstrates on his own nose*
ME: I bet there was nothing there. It was probably just dry skin or something.
HUSBAND: Wrong colour.
Five minutes later.
ME: What do you mean you wouldn’t get it for me?
HUSBAND: What do you mean ‘flying blind’? It’s hardly an aeronautical manoeuvre.
ME: You’re missing my point.
Five minutes more.
ME: You realise this means you haven’t looked at me all morning.