The story of meatballs

Just now I had Subway's Meatball Marinara sandwich for dinner.

Here's the story... ... (SUPER boring... beware!!!)

The person was putting the meatballs on my freshly baked 6" Parmesan Oregano bread... I swore that I really saw three meatballs only... Maybe due to my lack of sleep the night before or my darn terrible mood swing or whatever whatever blah blah blah... I really saw 3 meatballs only. Then I told Mr G, "Hey there's only THREE meatballs. So pathetic!!! I can count with my own fingers lor... "

Then Mr G looked at me with a weird look and wanted to just hide away. Cos there were four meatballs. Everybody heard me.

*ooops* Now I sounded some grumpy whiny airhead bimbo who don't know Maths and don't know how to count, except I'm one with no figure and brains. Bleah...

Then the cashier even asked if we were paying together or separately. How Mr G wished that he did not know me at that particular moment.

What a story of the day!