My husband enjoys a nice grapefruit snack on occassion. Recently he asked me to pick him up some from the grocery while I was there. Being the ever loving wife that I am, I complied.
Yesterday, he lodged a complaint.
Him: you bought the wrong kind of grapefruit and we need grapefruit spoons.
Me: I didn't buy the wrong grapefruit. It's perfectly fine.
Him: It didn't look right when I cut it open.
Me: Well, how did you cut it?
Come to find out, he cut longtitude instead of latitude. Oh boy.
Today, I showed him how to properly cut a grapefruit.
Yea, the grapefruit was not the problem.