Today at work, Gabe was pushing a cart full of files down the hallway to pass on to the next department, and he had propped open a set of doors because he had to make a couple trips. The doors are in a section of the hallway with a corner, but he wasn't rounding the corner; he was going to pass straight through the doors.
He stopped when he heard people coming towards him up the hallway, so that his cart and the women would not collide. The women didn't know he was there, but saw the doors propped open and one of them snipped, "Geez, that's dangerous, those doors being open like that."
Then they rounded the corner and Gabe smiled and said, "What's that?"
The woman tried to play it off like, Oh, I wasn't just being bitchy about something as insignificant as doors, fake-chuckled and said, "Oh, just the open doors being dangerous."
Gabe asked, "What's dangerous about it?"
"Well, if I wasn't paying attention, I could walk right into them," she said, like duh.
Gabe told her, "The dangerous part would be you not paying attention."
I love my husband.