Him: Sounds good. We don't have any ice to chill things. I'll go get some.
Ben makes me a martini... in a high ball glass.
Him: Ummmmmm so we don't have martini glasses anymore.
Me: Oh yah... we broke them all.
Me looking at the questionable drink with a skewer broken in half with 4 olives.
Him: Oh yah... we also don't have toothpicks.