The scene: I come home from work and trip over Matt’s shoes as I walk in the door. A few minutes later, I trip over another pair of shoes in the kitchen. Then I walk downstairs and, yes, you guessed, TRIP OVER ANOTHER PAIR OF SHOES. Mind you, I’m pretty sure that he only owns three pairs of shoes.
Me: Why don’t you ever pick up your damn shoes?
Me: I just tripped over three pairs of shoes on my way downstairs.
Matt: No you didn’t.
Me: Yes, I did. I ALWAYS trip over your shoes because they are always in the way. Every single day when I come home I find your shoes in the way.
Matt: Well. I think you should be glad that I’m so dependable.