La La Land

I decided last night I needed chicken wings after seeing mention of buffalo chicken somewhere (this happens all the time - someone will mention a food and I HAVE TO EAT IT). I called in the order, picked up The Husband and went to retrieve the spicy goodness. Upon arriving, I argued over a 50 cent discrepancy in the bill for a good five minutes. There were tons of people in line. They were busy but I had a problem! When it was all said and done and I got my receipt fixed (I still don't think that they saw the error - they just wanted to shut me up), I felt so guilty that I tipped the guy a dollar.

The Husband stood there stoically the entire time. "But they were ripping us off!" I tried to explain. He just shook his head. The wife he knew and loved has vacated to La La Land.