Mike: Where are you going, honey?
Maria: Out for a walk. I'll be back soon.
Mike: Out for a walk? What for?
Maria: I'm trying to start exercising. I want to lose ten pounds.
Mike: You don't need to lose weight. You look perfectly fine to me.
Maria: Thank you. But I really want to fit into these pants I bought at the store the other day.
Mike: Why are you taking your bag with you?
Maria: I… I'm walking to the store. I might as well go and get some things for the apartment while I'm exercising.
Mike: Okay. Can you get me something from the store?
Maria: Sure. What do you want?
Mike: I want some candy. No wait, I want some potato chips.
Maria: Alright. I'll bring a bag of potato chips.
Mike: Maria, wait just a minute! On second thought, just get me a creme soda.
Maria: Are you sure that's what you want?
Mike: You know what? I changed my mind. I don't want anything anymore. Be careful out there!
Maria: I will, thanks. See you when I get back.
(Maria paced into her car and drove off quietly. She had hoped Mike had not noticed her sly getaway.)
Maria: That was a close one. Note to self: go out the back door the next time I want to sneak out of the apartment.
(Maria arrived at the bakery and ordered Mike's birthday cake.)
Maria: Hello, can I please have chocolate cake made.
Baker: A chocolate cake? Alright then. What size do you want it?
Maria: What sizes do you offer?
Baker: We have small, medium, large, and extra-large.
Maria: How big is extra-large compared to the large?
(The baker showed Maria a box. The box was huge.)
Maria: Is that large?
Baker: That is extra-large.
Maria: I'll go with just the large.
Baker: Anything else for you today?
Maria: No, thank you.
Baker: Your cake will be ready by tomorrow. Is that fine?
Maria: Yes, that's fine. Thank you.
(Maria paid the total amount, and drove back home. Lucky for her, Mike was sound asleep when she went through the front door.)