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like when you have to change someone's mind.
They were out of hand.
It was a habit
I'm calling it my nail file
Dad: Hey, put these back where you found them.
Me: Okay, toss 'em
Dad: tosses the clippers to the right, into the fireplace
Me: W-What the heck, Dad?!
Dad: You didn't say to toss them to you
Crap runs downhill, paycheck comes on Friday, and donβt bite your fingernails.
I went to the convenience store on my college campus because I needed to get some nail clippers. A girl I knew walked in and this exchange was had after we had started talking:
Me: The only good clippers they had were in this pack with this other body care stuff, do you want any of it?
Girl: Sure, but those are toenail clippers. There are some fingernail clippers over there (very small ones).
Me: I have very thick nails, so those won't cut it.
The look she gave me told me how close she was to groaning.
Edit: Spelling
A: (getting out of the tub) "I'm cold!"
I proceed to call him "Cold" as a proper name for the next five minutes while he gets dried off and I clip his fingernails. ("Give me your hand, Cold." "What's so funny, Cold?")
Me: "Okay, Cold, go get on your pajamas."
A: (laughing) "STOP CALLING ME 'COLD.'"
Me: "You know... if you get your pajamas on... and warm up..."
A: "Then I won't be 'Cold' any more."
Me: "Yep."
(Pajamas on)
Me: "A! Where have you been?? I haven't seen you for a while. I thought 'Cold' was going to be here all night!"
