“Dave, you need to get a job. You can't just sit around all day, watching TV and emptying the house of food,” Aria complained.
“Shouldn’t you be at work?” He questioned her, his eyes not leaving the TV screen as he munched on a bag of chips.
She snatched the TV remote from his hand and switched off the TV, “What in the world is your problem?” she questioned him.
He dropped his bag of chips and turned to her in anger, “What did you just do?” he questioned her threateningly.
She folded her arms across her chest, “I just turned off my TV, do you have a problem with that?” she questioned him in anger.
“Aria, you're making me mad. You know that was my favorite show,” he stated in annoyance.
She scoffed, “That’s what you said for the last two shows. Dave! What is your problem
