As I was browsing the produce at the grocery store, Dre sidled up behind me and said, “Ooh, we should finally get that pizza slicer we’ve been needing.”

“HELL YEAH!” I said, perhaps a little over enthusiastically because seriously: we keep talking about it, but never remember to actually buy one.

The art school student/grocery store employee stocking shelves a few feet away from me glanced up and said, “Wow, I guess you must have really found some great fruit.”

I explained, No no — pizza slicer, forgetting, finally remembering, very exciting, etc. Right about at that point, Dre walked up and dropped the new slicer into my grocery basket. I grabbed it, lifted it up, and said, “See? SLICER!!”

Produce guy chuckled and, as I started to wander away, he dryly commented, “I hope that helps you slice the pizza of your dreams.”