My mother is doing some early prep work for Thanksgiving. One of her tasks is chopping up fresh herbs for the turkey and stuffing. One of these herbs is parsley. However, it has started to go limp, so she sends my father to the store for a new bundle.

Dad: “I’m home! And I have your parsley!”

Mom: “Great! Was the store busy?”

Dad: “Yeah, it was insane. People absolutely everywhere. But I got through them! And I got the parsley!”

Mom: *Looking in the bag* “Honey, this is dill.”

My dad groans, and my mother and I burst into laughter.

Dad: “But I grabbed it from the parsley bin!”

She made do with the limp parsley instead of sending him back out, but we made fun of him for getting the wrong herbs for the rest of the afternoon.