I recently was talking with a friend on the phone about her husband's latest antics. She told me that she woke up one day to find the milk jug sitting on the counter and sighed: her husband had obviously forgotten to put the milk back when he had a late night snack, causing it to spoil. As she angrily pointed out that he had wasted their milk, he was quick to defend himself by saying that the milk was not in the refrigerator because, when he had gone to get it, he had discovered it was already sour, and he planned to pour it out later.

Shortly afterwards, my friend thought that this might be an opportunity to do some baking of muffins with the sour milk, so she asked her husband where it was: after their earlier discussion, he had promptly poured it out. Once again, my friend was unimpressed with her spouse, until I pointed out the confusion he must be feeling:

"Way to go! This milk is ruined now ... what do you mean you threw it away?!? It was still good!"

No wonder men hate women ...