(Note: Tony works in a pub kitchen and is often given unsold leftovers to bring home.)
Me: That curry smells great! I noticed them earlier in the fridge. Did they come from the pub?
Tony: Yeah! Really nice that beef one. Bit hot though. <panting>
Me: What? It turned you into a dog.
Tony: <does dog impression> Yeah! It was in the fridge and matey said I could have it. Matey got it from the pub. That orange pub. You know...the blue something.
(Editor's note: there was a pub called the Old Brewery which was painted orange for a while. It became known as the orange pub. It's since been turned into an Indian restaurant called the Blue Ginger....for clarity.)
Me: Ginger?...Oyster?
Tony: No the other one. Bought it in.
Me: Oh! What? He buys them in from the Indian and sells them?
Tony: No. He got it from the chinky and didn't want it or something.
Me: The Chinky?
Tony: The Indian.
Me: Wait. To sell?
Tony: No it was in the fridge. Said I could have it.
Me: So wait. I asked if that curry was from the pub and you said yes. But it's from the Indian or the chinky.
Tony: Yeah. It was in the fridge.
Me: Oh! So you don't sell them then.
Tony: No! It's from the chinky. The Indian.
Me: So I'm asking if it's from the pub, and you say yes because technically it's from the pub, but that's because someone got it from the Indian and put it in the fridge in the pub and said you could have it?
Tony: Oh no! Yeah, that's right. Yeah from the Indian, not the pub.
