Refrigerator Disease

When your husband/boyfriend looks for something, you tell him EXACTLY where he should find it, and he can’t. You get up and get it, from exactly where you said it would be.

Him: Do we have any ketchup?

Me: Did you look on the second shelf to the right?

Him: YES! It’s not there.

Me: Are you sure?? I have to get up to find it!!

Him: IT’S NOT THERE!!!
Me: *Opens fridge door. Pulls out ketchup.*
Him: *Shouts* WHERE WAS IT?!?
Me: Second shelf. To the right. Yeah. Refrigerator disease. Ugh.