This reminds me of being in the grocery store one time and asking for “oven-roasted garlic cheese” that was stocked in the deli case. That is exactly what it said on the sign: “oven-roasted garlic cheese.”

So I ordered some. The woman behind the counter snottily said to me in the most dismissive and immediately angry way possible, “Sir, there is no such thing as oven-roasted cheese.”

Arrogant dismissive confidence while being completely and hilariously wrong is one thing that sets me off and even though I try not to be a jackass to service workers she — for lack of a better term — triggered old instincts.

I said, “Look, I’m just reading the damn sign. Says ‘oven-roasted garlic cheese’ right there. Turn it around and read it yourself.”

I felt bad later about that, but not that bad, because she never admitted she was wrong nor apologized or otherwise made any indication she started down the path of asininity while I just closed the gate behind us.

The cheese, at least, was good.