My wife had an open snack bag of 100 calorie Mister Salty Milk Chocolate Covered Pretzels sitting on the couch. I took a peek inside the bag and my wife said, "get your own package". I replied, "why are you calling me a 'bitch'?" She said, "what!?!" I said, "You said 'Get your own bag, bitch'". She corrected me by saying, "I told you to get your own package". Much laughter ensued.