I just purchased several cases of very expensive low-fat tuna. I am stacking them all up when Salem comes into the room.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Oh, I’ve decided to go on a diet.” I touch my little tummy, “I want to lose a few pounds.”
He looks at the rows of cans stacked three feet high and says, “Couldn’t you just eat less?”
I shake my head, “Why do you hate me?”