“You said YOU were going to make the potato salad!” Alejandro was up to his elbows in potatoes, green onion, and mayonnaise.
“I said I’d get the booze! I don’t know where this potato salad delusion came from.” The Lady, meanwhile, regarded her half-smoked cigarette – and her lover – thoughtfully. “Y’know, I think maybe you’re not using enough mayo, so if you would…”
“I don’t know why I let you rope me into these church picnics anyway,” he huffed. “It’s such a pain in the ass, and I hate dancing. Just smoke your cigarette and let me concentrate here, will you?”