A Conversation that took place on Tuesday evening, the day the cleaning person came, one minute after arriving home and putting my things on the kitchen counter.

Me: Omigod, the counter’s all sticky.
Bob: That’s where I made my lunch.
Me: You mean we paid someone to clean today and I don’t even get to enjoy it for 5 minutes?
Bob: I can wipe it off if you want.
Me: No. I want it sticky.

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