Husband (with enthusiasm): I'm going to have some bul-yang-um-shik tonight!!
Me: What's that in English?
Husband: Junk food.
Me: Um, Isn't that what you eat every night?
Husband: Not every night. . .
Me: I can't remember why I'm walking down this road.
Myself: You are going to the supermarket.
Me: Oh, yeah, I am. But why?
Myself: You need to buy something, I guess.
Me: I wonder what I need to buy.
Myself: Just keep going. Maybe when you get there you'll remember.