Overheard in our kitchen, moments ago:
Shrike: Honey, I think I’m going to start buying crunchy peanut butter. It makes me happy.
Whozat: Okay, that’s fine.
Shrike: Well, I figured I’d just buy both kinds, because I know you like the smooth.
Whozat: I don’t have any objection to crunchy.
Shrike: Really? I thought we were buying the smooth for you.
Whozat: I thought we were buying it for you.
And it only took us twelve and a half years to realize we’ve been buying the wrong peanut butter all this time.
Overheard in our office, a few moments after that:
Whozat: Is “peanut butter” one word?
Shrike: I don’t think so. Why? (glances at my computer) Oh. I’m putting it on Facebook.
Twelve and a half years later and we find out that each of us thought the other preferred smooth peanut butter. Good to know there is still some mystery, however pathetic it is.