I have to go to the store tonight after work because of the dogs. The damn dogs are out of dog food. They also got the hamburger buns for tonight's dinner off the table, ate them, and left shards of plastic wrap around the living room. In retaliation, instead of going to the pet store for the super fancy expensive sensitive skin dog food that Leo favors, I am going to the grocery store to pick up whatever (sensitive) smaller bag it might happen to carry. I would have made the special trip for them, but they fucked me and they will have to live (scratch) with the consequences.
Moral of the story: Don't fuck with the person with the opposable thumbs and car keys.