Yesterday I had lunch with my wife, part of which was a packet of locally-baked cookies. I didn't have them with lunch, and on the drive back, I took one out and nibbled on it. Peanut Butter, I said. A little stale. I nibbled some more. Tastes like there are some kind of nuts in there. Probably peanuts, she said. Yeah. I thought for a moment. Bet you wish you had this cookie. No, she said, not really. Sure you do. Admit it. You want this cookie. You envy this cookie. Well, she said, I suppose I do. I knew it, I said triumphantly. Well known condition. What is? she asked.
Why, peanuts envy, of course.
1 comment:
Bahahahaha! Good one
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