A true conversation.
Last night I had the following sleep deprived conversation. No, not in my sleep, although it sounds like it might have been.
Him: (Holding up a box that says "1-800-CONTACTS" in giant colored letters.) This came for you today.
Me: Does that box say 1-800-CONTACTS?
Him: Yes, yes it does.
Me: Nice! Those must be the contacts I ordered from 1-800-CONTACTS!
Him: Really, lady?
Yes, apparently a box advertising contacts that comes in the mail is in fact carrying new contacts! I suppose this probably isn't funny to anyone who gets more than five hours of sleep a night.
Him: (Holding up a box that says "1-800-CONTACTS" in giant colored letters.) This came for you today.
Me: Does that box say 1-800-CONTACTS?
Him: Yes, yes it does.
Me: Nice! Those must be the contacts I ordered from 1-800-CONTACTS!
Him: Really, lady?
Yes, apparently a box advertising contacts that comes in the mail is in fact carrying new contacts! I suppose this probably isn't funny to anyone who gets more than five hours of sleep a night.
posted at 5:32 AM
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