Marriage is Bliss and a Hamburger

Last Saturday Ryan and I were invited to a cocktail party in the evening. Ry had been working all day at the office and then came home and we did work on the house. To make a long story short, we didn't have time to have dinner, so we hit a Burger King on the way over. As we pull up and Ryan is ordering he asks me what I want, "A Hamburger", he tells the guy. Then pauses and looks at me and says what type of hamburger, "A Hamburger" I respond. "There are like 10 different hamburgers up there", at this point we have moved forward in the drive-thru line.
"A Hamburger, Ryan."- "Well, I don't see it up there"- "Doesn't mean it isn't, it's a H-A-M-B-U-R-G-E-R! Everywhere has a Hamburger".
After receiving our food, and both being a little frustrated with the other, we pull over to eat. He steps out of the car so that he doesn't spill on his nice clothes. He walks around to my side of the car and motions for me to roll down my window. I glare, and then grudingly roll it down. Next thing I know his massive arm is forcing it's way through the crack I have made and grabbing fries out of the bag. I act on my urge and roll up the window with his arm in it. I laugh in delight and then laugh harder when he yelps in pain. Then fearing his wrath I roll down the window. Revenge is sweet.
We have a good chuckle when we see his french fry dangling from his scarf as it has missed his mouth.