WHY MY LIFE IS WEIRD

Text message conversation, 1:45 AM:

Sender (JH): HEB is sold out of good yeast. :-(

Me: Excuses, excuses, excuses.

Sender (JH): That hurts.

Me: No it doesn't.

Sender (JH): I am staring at the shelf like it's a website waiting to refresh.  Alas, I guess that's not how grocery stores work.

Me: Did you ask someone to look in the back?

And scene.

Comments

[JH]

Somehow, I feel this should be updated to reflect the fact that I went to multiple HEB's to get the damn yeast necessary to bake you that bread. I want some mad effort or quality props.