My husband and I are brushing our teeth the other morning as we get ready for work.  I have a mouthful of toothpaste and he is just squirting a little blob onto his toothbrush.  He holds up his tube of Crest in front of my face and waves it vigourously from side to side.

Me: “What?!”
Him: “I’m almost out of toothpaste.”
Me: “So?”
Him: “Can’t you go pick me up some?”

Um, how’s about you go out and get your own toothpaste, buddy boy? I don’t recall me asking you to zip right out the last time my hair spray was running on empty or my deodorant was at the end of its lifecycle. Geesh. Men.