View of the neighbours

“Another one?”
“Yes, get a move on.”
“One? What am I supposed to do with one?”
“Well, you could take it inside and wash it. You don’t get it?”
“Oh, I get it all right. You’re the one who doesn’t get it. Why do you make me go into the kitchen one at a time?”
“They stay fresher that way.”
“That makes sense only to an idiot. Normal people don’t think like that. What kind of a man thinks like that? Put them all together.”
“That’s not the way I do it.”
“You are so annoying. Do it your-bloody-self then.”

Man and woman as overheard from Our Man’s breakfast table one Sunday morning.