SneakI was getting some soda from the refrigerator. Gloria reached over the door, trying to slide in a dessert box, and almost hit me in the face.
"Um, hello," I said.
"Sorry," she said. "I thought I could sneak it in there."
"Well, you snuck it right into my nose," I said.
"Did you know that 'snuck' isn't the proper past tense of sneak anymore?" she asked. Gloria is a word nerd, which is one of the many reasons I love her.
"Listen," I said, "I don't care about 'The Man' and what he thinks about sneak, snack, snuck."
"Never mind," I said.