During the Thanksgiving family gathering yesterday, I said something that is actually kind of funny now that I look back on it.
It involved a pack of store-bought fudge that included a plastic knife to cut it apart. My brother was the first to attempt to use it, but ended up making a little mess with that first piece. When someone else suggested using an actual knife instead, I offered to use the plastic knife to cut the fudge myself, "because I have patience," I told everyone. I've had that kind of fudge before, so I'm familiar with how it should be properly cut without needing any extra utensils.
Seconds later, when my brother argued again that he should get an actual knife to make it easier for me, I playfully retorted, "I have patience. You do not."
Nearly all of my gathered relatives heard that, and many of them laughed at the way I had said that. And for the record, my method of patience really did succeed at cutting the fudge much more cleanly, despite restricting myself to just the provided plastic knife.