While driving to the Brazilian Grill (yes for the second time in a week shutIT):

Me: (blah blah meat on sticks…) and they have a neat little salad bar too.

Mr. Man: I think we should take small pieces of celery and carrot and lettuce and sell it as a little salad bar.

Me:

Mr. Man: You know, like a fruit and nut bar or a breakfast bar or these new snack bars.

Me (right eyebrow raised, trying to disguise that I’m fighting hysterical laughter so as not to discourage him):

Mr. Man (knowing I’m fighting laughter): Don’t you make fun of me! We could’ve made a fortune with my tuna can squeezer idea!

Me (given up any pretense of fighting the laugher):