Every time my husband goes to the store, and I ask him to buy cheese, without fail, he will buy Mexican blend shredded cheese. I have to be extremely specific. Like, "Hey, honey, we're out of STRING CHEESE. Please grab STRING CHEESE. You know, STRING CHEESE, not Mexican cheese, from the store. STRING CHEESE." I also love that this is the only thing thing that annoys me about him after almost 15 years. But, Jesus. One day, maybe I'll be able to send him to the store for shredded cheddar and not get Mexican blend lol.