HUSBAND: Do you want this hard-boiled egg with your salad?
ME: What egg?
HUSBAND: Umm, the one left over from Friday…
ME: But I ate that for lunch.
HUSBAND: You can’t have, it’s right here *opens palms revealing a hard-boiled egg*
ME: But it was the one in the door-compartment.
HUSBAND: No, this is the egg because because it’s just where I left it in the fridge…
[Insert lengthy description of its placement in the fridge]
[Insert realisation I ate the wrong egg]
ME: I’m going to die.