My wife had come home from a long day at work and plopped herself down on the couch. I had the day off, so me being the amazingly average husband that I am, I offered to make dinner for the both of us.
With a bit of back and forth, we agreed on some grilled chicken and green beans. But of course before I got started, I had to have her listen to this new ska song I had just found (I really liked Less Than Jake back in the day, so it was always a treat to find something new). I put the song on and walked over to the fridge to get my ingredients.
Me: I’m just going to wing the spices and whatnot, it’ll probably come out alright
Also me 3 seconds later when the chorus of the song starts:
My wife: Kyle! Food!
Me: Right! Sorry.
I am pleased to inform you that the chicken came out amazing.