At Home Conversations....

Aya: Don’t forget I am going to my mom’s house tomorrow.
Miles: What?
Miles: See this is what I mean about not communicating. No one tells me anything.
Aya: I did tell you.
Miles: When??! I don’t remember you telling me.
Aya: I told you Tuesday.
Miles: Tuesday? Hmm. Lemmie think.
Miles: I had basketball Tuesday. I don’t talk to you pre-game.
Miles: When I came back from basketball we ate and didn’t talk.
Miles: You didn’t tell me squat on Tuesday.
Aya: Oh I meant Wednesday
Miles: See, you don’t even remember what day you told me.
Miles: When on Wednesday? I don’t remember. Lemmie think.
Miles: Wednesday, I worked late and went to happy hour.
Miles: You didn’t tell me Wednesday did you?
Aya: Yeah.
Miles: You can’t tell me stuff on Wednesday after I drink.
Aya: You asked how my day was.
Miles: I did? I had happy hour on Wednesday.
Miles: You can’t ask me questions after I drink
Aya: But you asked me how my day was.
Miles: I meant it as a rhetorical question.
Miles: I didn’t really care about your day or how you were.
Miles: I was expecting to hear, “nice, fine or it was okay.”
Miles: Anything other than that was “bok-bok-bok.”
Miles: You can’t ask me questions when I drink. No communication after drinking.
Miles: See we don’t communicate.