Ill Communication

PHONE: Ring, ring.

TACO: Hello?

WIFEZILLA: Why are we playing phone tag?

TACO: Because we can't reach each other. Duh.

WIFEZILLA: Cute.

TACO: Wanted to apologize.

WIFEZILLA: For what?

TACO: Smarting off at you this morning.

WIFEZILLA: Huh?

TACO: When you wanted me to contort myself down onto the couch and all. I realized I probably haven't ever told you how bad that shit hurts, so that was unfair.

WIFEZILLA: Oh. I didn't expect you to do that. I was just giving you shit.

TACO: Oh. I didn't realize that. I wind up feeling bad every time I tell you no.

WIFEZILLA: Well now you know.

TACO: Yeah.

WIFEZILLA: And knowing is half the battle.

TACO: Yeah.

WIFEZILLA: G. I. JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!