Sometimes people say things that really shock me:
“That’s quite enough cake.”
“I don’t care for 80s music.”
“Please pass the potato salad.”
“We’re sold out of Diet Coke, ma’am.” (What’s worse? A morning without your favorite caffeinated beverage or being ma’amed for the first time? Riddle me that.)
A. says I should try not to be so surprised by things.
Something about continually expecting different results from the same behavior + the amount of Diet Coke that I drink = I must be a little crazy. Whatever.
I like to think of my own brand of crazy as charming.