Actual encounter I had the other day at Dunkin’ Donuts:

ACT I Me: Hi, can I get two dozen donut holes please? Her: Don’t you want 25? You get 25… Me: Okay, fine. Her: What kind? Mixed? Me: Yep. [looking at the lineup] Actually, just glazed, powdered, chocolate, and…do you still have the cinnamon ones? Her: No. We have [pointing to labels and speaking slowly and deliberately, as if I didn't speak donut] glazed……pow-dered……choc’-late……jelly-filled……and plaaaaain. Me: Okay, then just the other three that I already told you.

ACT II Me: [after paying, and surprised that they all fit into one box] There are two-dozen in here? Her: No, 25. Me: Oh, right…that’s what I meant. Feels light. Her: You didn’t say that. You said two-dozen, but there are 25. Me: Okay. Same thi—nevermind. Thanks.

ACT III When I get down to school, I open up the box. There are 13.

THE AYND

Kind of reminds me of that scene in Dumb and Dumber:

Mary: So you’ll pick me up tonight at 7:45? Harry: Well I got a few things to take care of. So how about we make it quarter to eight? Mary: [laughs] Stop it… Harry: Okay, 7:45.