Him: (generic complaint about my “excessive” phone use)
Me: You’re right, I can be a slave to my phone sometimes.
Him: That’s just one thing, among a million other things about you that make you unbearable for me to be around.
And then there’s my brother, the golden boy, whose wife praises him for the way he chews his food and then some.
The math is not mathing and it never will!