I carried a huge box of firewood through the store, resting it upon my shoulder so it would't give me a hernia.
When I got to the checkout, when Anne was waiting for me, she giggled.
"What?" I said.
"You've got wood."
"Nice." I said.
We got all of our items scanned, and as I was typing in my PIN to pay, she said, "Oh shit! I forgot to get orange juice!"
She bolted down the aisle, and ran to the back of the store to the juice cooler.
She came back a minute later, red faced, out of breath, and laughing uncontrollably.
"What's so funny?" I said.
"I almost picked up two, because they were on sale if you got two," she said, "and when I was running back through the store I realized that I would have been running through the store holding my jugs."
"Hey," I said, "I've got wood."