We've been married for over 26 years, there are plenty of little things that sort of drive me nuts. One of them is done looking into an open refrigerator and could be called, "Who moved my...?" It could be cheese, it could be pickles, it could be (and is quite often) mayonnaise, it's sometimes soy sauce. You get the picture. If it's not exactly where he saw it last, even if it's front and center, it's like it isn't even there. Don't move the... whatever it is... not even an inch.
Something in there?