Ten minutes before time to leave for school, Mama walks down in her bathrobe.
Mama: “Did you pack him a lunch?” she asks the Golfer.
Golfer: “What? Huh? No.”
Mama: “Why wouldn’t you pack him a lunch?”
Golfer: “How was I supposed to know that I needed to pack him a lunch?”
Mama: “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe BECAUSE HE EATS LUNCH EVERY DAY AND WILL GO HUNGRY WITHOUT ONE!”
Golfer: “But how was I supposed to know that I needed to pack him one?”
Really? Really? See, this is why I can never die. Because my family would never eat lunch ever again.