Me: "Hey, look at that cat on the left."
Them: "There's no dog on the right."
Yeah, I'm the one with a communication problem; allistics out here getting pissy that I explain the same thing 5 times.
Me: "It's over by Beaver Lumber; just down a couple houses from the place that's kitty-corner to it."
Dad: [glares at me] "there's no Beaver Lumber in town."
Me: "Bitch, it was Beaver Lumber for at least the first 17 years of my life. We both know exactly where I'm talking about."
Fucking place proceeded to change companies and names a dozen times in 5 years; ain't nobody got the energy to know what it's called today.