"Baby, where’s my external hard drive?"
"Oh, I spoke with them today. They said they tried to recover your stuff, sent it out to a specialist, and they couldn’t. So they’re–are you picking your nose?"
"I’ve got a crusty."
"If it’s not already on the UPS truck, it’ll take two to three days. Are you still picking your nose?"
"I think I pushed it up there, and now I can’t reach it." After some silence I add, "Does it disgust you that I pick my nose in front of you?"
"It’s not a question of disgusting. You just don’t have to do it."
"You don’t have a boogie in your brain, so you wouldn’t know, now would you?"
"I’m not having this discussion."