L [upon seeing the big pack of batteries in my hand]: Why do you need them for?
Me [matter-of-factly]: Battery.
L: No, why do you need them for?
Me [wondering why he repeated his question when I have just answered it]: Battery.
L [with a small puzzled frown on face]: I’m asking why you need them for?
Me [taking-a-slightly-irritated-short-breath-all-ready-to-state-the-obvious-and-why-is-he-asking-me-the-same-darn-question-three-times-in-a-row-like-haven’t-he-heard-me-and-does-he-not-understand-what-i’m-saying-hello-batteries-for-a-camera-is-obviously-so-that-I-can-take-pictures-duh—-oh. wait.]
*burst out laughing for the longest time *
My mind said ‘camera’ while my mouth churned out ‘battery’. Twice.
I pity the people who go out with me when I am tired and brain-dead.