Meg? What’s the matter with you?
The last time when you denied that there was something wrong with you, you lied.
Well, to be honest: I just tripped.
Well, I stepped into a crate of tomatoes.
Is that all?
No, this morning I tried to drag a sack of tomatoes into the store.
You “dragged” a sack of potatoes into the store?
And what happened?
I didn’t tie the sack up and the potatoes rolled down the street.
You look like you want to tell me something else?!
Uh, I’m sorry, but I dropped the crate with the pumpkins this afternoon.
They’re all crushed.
So am I. I assume there was nothing left to sell?
At least we have enough pumpkin puree and smashed tomatoes for a pumpkin pie and a tomato soup.
We just don’t have any potatoes for dinner.
You’re such a great help!