The scene: It's a bustling well known coffee shop where I'm quietly reclining trying to write a few words, whilst knocking back my favourite tipple. The two baristas, (best keep this technically correct) think their annoying discussion is going unheard. It's not. I'm a writer, and I'm easily influenced.
She: "I hate these so much!"
He: "Calm down."
She: "Coffee lids that don't fit!" Grrr!"
He: "Not the worst thing ever."
She: "What could be worse?"
He: "Underwear with no leg wholes."
She: "They're called hats."
He: "They're what you call hats."
She: "I know you're wondering how many holes mine have."
He: "Nope, just why you're putting plastic lids on coffee mugs."