It's not a big deal. It's fine. The crackers she got are fine.
It doesn't bother me. I can be happy with the saltines she got. They are certainly not buttery delicious crackers which go really well with cream cheese, but really, it's not that big a deal.
I mean, these crackers don't really have a taste, it's like eating cardboard, but I don't want to bother her. I'm not going to even mention it. The crackers I like were probably out of stock. She definitely is aware of my cracker preferences. I've told her which crackers I like, right?
I mean, I can just go to the store myself. Seriously, it's not her job to get me crackers. This is absurd. Get a grip. Buy your own crackers, sir.
Still she offered to go grocery shopping, and I asked her to get crackers. I thought she would get the crackers we always get. But I was wrong, so wrong.