Cabela’s greeter @ door: “what can I help you purchase today?”
Me: “a smoker, or a gun or hey… maybe… both”
Jeff just stood there
Me: [hands on hips, all huffy, ya’ll know … THE LOOK!!] “SERIOUSLY?! shouldn’t that get me… like… the ‘best wife award’?!?”
Jeff: “Nope, for that, you’d need two guns.”