On the discussion of whether or not my hiking boots can be saved or need to be doused in gasoline and set on fire (of which I am the only one still arguing for saving) ...
Me: "Well, they got bad when I fell into an anaconda hole up to my waist."
Pause.
Pause.
Bob: "You say these things. These things that I have never heard anyone say in my life. Oh. my shoes stink because i fell into an anaconda hole!"
Pause.
Pause.
Me: "I must have had a good time!"