Not So Clever With the Words I Am

 So the other day, as a "gift," my bratty friend d got me a huge ginger root. I guess it would be more apt to say she got Husband a ginger root, to use on me. 
The following conversation followed. Scroll up, not down, to get the whole thing in order:

Needless to say, despite my attempts at refusing the "gift," it was still given to Husband.
That ginger has been sitting in my fridge since then, hidden all the way in the back where Husband does not look.
Yesterday I thought I could be clever. I thought I could finally get rid of the damn thing.
"Husband," I called to him upstairs, "if we have vegetables in the fridge nobody's going to eat, can I throw them away?"
"Yes?" He said, annoyed I was even asking. "If nobody's going to eat them, why not?"
"Thank youuuuuu," I replied.

I guess something in my voice tipped him off I was up to no good, because the moment I closed the cabinet door on the garbage can, his voice rang out:
"PUT THAT BACK."
I just about jumped out of my skin.
"But you said I could throw it away!" I said. "I asked you, and you said, if nobody's going to eat it, you can throw it away."
"You asked me about vegetables," he said.
"So?"
"So, ginger is not a vegetable," he proclaimed. "Ginger is a root." He patted my head. "But nice try."

I have evil friends.