Cashier: "Ma'am, this expired last month."
Middle-aged trophy wife: "....I'm the owner's sister."
Cashier: "Really? Mom never told me I had a long lost sibling! What's your name, stranger?"
Middle-aged trophy wife: runs out of store
It's not that people correct me; it's HOW. My friends will go; me: *says possible fact* but I'm not really sure. Friend: um no. *gives me your an idiot look* that is not correct I'm certain. me: okay what is than? Friend: idfk but that sure as hell isn't.
That's still an ego problem since you can't​ seem handle the possibility of being wrong. Plus depending on where you are you can both look it up and figure it out real quick.
i literally have friends who will Donald' trump style "wrong!" Me all day. It's fuckin annoying. If they say like no and prove me wrong I'm fine. It's when they get the fucking gift of God smartest people on earth talking to a peasant tude with me that I get annoyed
Middle-aged trophy wife: "....I'm the owner's sister."
Cashier: "Really? Mom never told me I had a long lost sibling! What's your name, stranger?"
Middle-aged trophy wife: runs out of store
Mister just have to prove everybody wrong.