Wolfe’s Woofer- Don’t Forget

“Sherry, your memory is getting worse all of the time,” I said. “You can’t remember where you put the key for the bodega and you’ve been looking for it for two days.”
“Don’t talk to me about bad memory,” she said. “Last week you looked for your shades for two hours and found they were on top of your head.”
“Are you on your way to the kitchen?” I asked.
“Yes. Do you need anything?”
“I would love a big bowl of that vanilla ice cream.”
“O.K.”
“You’d better take this note pad and write it down,” I said. “Otherwise, you’ll probably forget what you went for.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Ooh, one other thing. Do we still have any of that big can of mixed fruit?”
“There’s a container of it sitting on the top refrigerator shelf.”
“Dump some mixed fruit on the ice cream.”
“All right.”
“You really should make a note of this,” I told her. “You’re probably going to forget what you went to the kitchen for.”
“That’s not very funny,” she said.
“Oh, one more thing. There’s a bottle of chocolate syrup in the kitchen. Please pour chocolate syrup over the whole thing.”
“Sure. Anything else while I’m at it?” she asked, sarcastically.
“Just this,” I said, handing her a page from a little note pad. “I wrote it all down just to make sure you don’t forget.”
She threw the note at me and said, “That’s enough of your jokes about my memory.”
Ten minutes later I realized she was still in the kitchen.
“Hey! Are you about done in there?” I called.
She came out and handed me a platter with two fried eggs, bacon and potatoes.
I stared at the plate and asked, “What in the world is this?”
“Why? Did I forget something?”
“Of course,” I said. “Where’s the toast I asked for?”