QotD: It's Too Late to Apologize

Ken ate my black olives. I asked Ken; "Where are my black olives I keep in the mustard jar?" He said; "I had an urge for mustard and I found these delicious black olives." I said; "Kennnnn (in my whiny girly voice), those were MY black olives, now I have NO black olives, OR mustard (had to throw the mustard out to use the jar for the black olives)." He said; "Slow down there little lady (his nickname for me), there is a can of green olives in the cupboard." I said; "You know I hate green olives since the "green olives" incident, notice I didn't say "BLACK olives" incident Ken?" He said; "I'm sorry paper cut (his other nickname for me)." I still hate Ken because of this blatent display of rudeness and because he has a big head.  
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