“Do me a favor and STOP TOUCHING MY SHOE MARGARET !”
“Susan. You NEED me to touch your shoe.”
“I most certainly do not! I am perfectly capable of tying my OWN shoe. You worry about yours.”
“Look, why can’t I help you tie your shoe?”
“I don’t need help tying my shoe!”
“But… you do Susan. Let’s be logical.”
“How about you be logical and GET OFF MY SHOE !”
“Fine, fine. You do it yourself.”
“I will.”
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“So… how’s that shoe coming along Susan?”
“I don’t NEED you Margaret!”
“Look, what is it that I have done to make you so upset with me?”
“You ruined my shoe!”
“And how do you figure?”
“It was your idea to run through that field on our jog!”
“Look, mud can be washed off. Don’t be a baby.”
“But it’s not the same! You know what? I believe tonight I will stuff myself with a billion types of chili’s, just to put your digestive system in PAIN !”
“Susan, we are SIAMESE TWINS ! MY digestive system is YOUR digestive system. You will be in pain too.”
“Well in that case, let’s go buy some new shoes.”