Scene: The grocery, in the frozen food aisle

Me: “Why can’t people put their cart to the side? Why do they have to leave it in the middle of the frikkin lane? They’re like stupid drivers! And why do they let their children run all over the grocery, screaming??”

Oneal: *picks up a pack of hash browns* “Here, have some hash browns. You like hash browns!” *big car salesman grin*

Me: *bursts into giggles*