Girlfriend: [holding a pair of dress pants in each hand] Look, these pants say I can wash them and these say they must be dry cleaned.
Me: Uh-huh
Girlfriend: They’re made of the same material
Me: Uh-huh
Girlfriend: [proceeds to read aloud the entire label from both pairs]
Me: I don’t care
Girlfriend: Maybe it’s because this one came with a belt.
Girlfriend: Fuck it; I’m washing it.
Me: Uh-huh
Girlfriend: [With a very satisfied tone] That’s what you call detective work.
Me: Didn’t you buy those pants two months ago?
Girlfriend: Shut up. Some investigations are ongoing.
