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Let me set the stage:
Chad and I stopped by Harris Teeter so I could get an icy beverage from Starbucks. He picked up a large Red Bull for himself. We get back in the car. Let the rudeness commence!
Me: "Ugh. The smell of that Red Bull makes me want to vom. Could you please hold the can out the window?"
Chad: "What??!? Why?"
Me: "Because they are disgusting. That smell is nasty."
Chad: "You don't like Red Bull?!?!"
Me: "God no. They taste like liquid Sweet Tarts."
Chad: "You don't like Sweet Tarts!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?"
Me: "No!"
Chad: "I wish I would have known that before I married you."
Rude.
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