Jims: "I don't know. It seemed like fun."
Me: "It's not gatorade though, is it?"
Jims: "Nope. I don't think you should drink it. Or anybody really. Except maybe Isaac."
Me: "That's mean. Get rid of it."
Jims: "What?! But that was a lot of hard work! Besides, it's convenient since the bathroom is all the way across the hall from my bedroom."
Me: "That's about 6 feet. I don't feel sorry for you. It's also a health hazard so please get rid of it."
Jims: "Okay." [mumbles when he thinks I can't hear: "Sheesh! This is a waste!"]
...Ironic.
