The drive back home from our office is always a great opportunity for me and Garandee to talk about the days events/gossip, what to eat for dinner, or what to do over the weekend, etc etc (unless she remembers I haven't taken out the garbage yet, then I'll never hear the end of it.)
Garandee: "Ohhhh... You KNOW (slaps my arm), my officemate... her husband..."
Garando: " .... "
Garandee: "her husband..."
Garando: "Yes? so what about her husband?"
Garandee: "her husband!"
Garando: "Hai, so what about her husband? continue please..."
Garandee: "Nooo... her HUSBAND!!!"
Garando: "so what did he do? I won't know until you tell me"
Garandee: "I'm telling you her HUSBAND!! She's so kawawa!"
Garando: "uh... they broke up?"
Garandee: "She doesn't have a house anymore, it was a terrible accident! HER HUSBAND!!"
Garando: "OHH!! Her HOUSE BURNED!!! ahhhhhhhh i see."
Garandee: "Ikaw!! LISTEN to me! hmph!"
Garando: "but.... I heard... I thought...."
Garandee: "...can we drop by ministop for some soda?"
Garando: "but I heard... ok... how about seven ereven? it's croser."
Garandee: "grrrrrr...."
Communication Breakdown #1
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