You come home from school, and stand at your front door, trying to figure out why your key won't work.
About three minutes later, you realize that it's the key to your classroom, not your house.
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I was all set to come in here and type just that...but I have another piece of evidence:
You walk into the house and head straight for the Cheetos you saved from last night's dinner (at Subway). When you realize your husband stole your saved Cheetos and ate them, you cry a little, because that was what got you through the long day and now it's gone.
Now I'm off to see if he finished off his jalapeno chips too.
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