
This guacamole pissed me off this evening...
Once upon a time, a girl came home and suggested they grill hamburgers for dinner. The husband agreed and the roommate added that guacamole & chips sounded like a good side dish. So the husband went to the grill, the girl went to the kitchen & the roommate went to the store.
When the roommate came back with the guacamole fixings, the girl suggested that she make the dip, because the roommate normally took forever. He agreed and instead started putting together his burger. The husband joined in, while the girl sliced, mashed and mixed avacados with chunks of tomato, onion and cilantro. Her hamburger sat on the counter getting colder and colder.
Finally, she splashed on a little lemon juice and ground on a little salt. She brought the bowl of guacamole out to the boys and asked, "where are the chips?" The husband looked at her and said, "oh.. I finished off the bag this afternoon."

The girl stalked back to the kitchen, grabbed her cold, dry hamburger and went to her room. Where she ate and sulked. The husband slightly redeemed himself by going to the store and getting chips, but she was still angry so she said she was full. Just to make him feel bad. Which it did.
The End.
Poor boy.
I love your story, that could have been me and the boy