On a rainy November night, a loving and attentive husband asks his wife if she’d like some vanilla yogurt. He does this because he loves her, because he knows of her newfound affinity for vanilla yogurt, and because he recently learned that she should be injesting 100 grams of protein each and every day.
“That sounds wonderful,” she says, sweetly. “But first, would you bring me a pickle?”
Uh, ok. Just give me a minute to throw up.