A Conversation While Unloading the Groceries

Zack: You leave your trash in the weirdest places.
Me: <without even looking> That’s not mine.
Zack: Oh yes it is. <laughing> The sink, on the counter, and now in the fridge.  You are so weird.
Me: <looks up to see that he’s holding a string cheese wrapper in his hand. aware that I am the only person in our marriage who eats string cheese while staring into the fridge.> Seriously, not me at all.
Zack: <laughing some more> Yes it is.
Me: I would never ever eat a string cheese while staring into the fridge looking for something to eat.  That doesn’t sound like me at all.  Must have been someone else.
Zack:  Then I guess this one isn’t yours, either? <holding up a second string cheese wrapper, wearing the grin of a person who knows he’s won.>