So 2 days ago I'm at work talking to a coworker about how today's my husband's birthday and how hard it is for me to get him a present if it's not online since he's always with me and he drives us around, while I was talking to him my husband's boss comes up to talk to us and just invites herself into the conversation (I didnt mind) so I keep going and tell him this detailed story about how my husband likes Orville's Poppycock and how I had to convince him to take me to Walgreens to buy eggs and then convince him to stay in the damn car while I bought everything (Walgreens is the only place that sells ALL varieties including the new apple one) so I tell him it was hard but I got him a ton and he's gonna love it.... well yesterday his motherfucking boss goes to the office with what? you guessed it.... poppycock! Bitch hears me talk about all the trouble I went to get him some and how I got him a ton and the fucking whore bag shows up with some the day before I give it to him... I was fucking pacing when my husband told me, no fucking way it was a coincidence....