What we have here, is a failure to communicate

As I was on the way home from OKC this evening, I called the house to tell Debbie I was coming home. 

"Can you look in the front closet to see if there is a sun screen?"

Deb said, "I saw one somewhere."

I said, "I think there is one in the closet.  Or maybe there is one in the garage."

She said, "Here is an orange bottle of SPF 40 or something." 

I asked, "What does that have to do with the sun screen for the car."

Debbie, "What are you talking about?"

I told her, "I need a bigger sun screen like the one in her car because the one in mine is too small.  If there is a bigger one at the house, I won't stop and buy a new one."

She said, "Oh, yeah, there is another screen in the closet. You said, 'sunscreen'."

I asked how big the screen in the closet was.  She said, "It is taller than my knee."

"That doesn't tell me anything because everything is taller than your knee."

She called me an asshole.