Learning to answer questions correctly is an important survival skill.
Take for example the following question:
"How long are you going to let that box sit in the kitchen?"
Now, there are several answers one could make to this enquiry, each with their own set of consequences.
"Well, I thought I'd wait until the box sprouted legs and moved itself somewhere else."
That's sort of a long version of "Huh?" Batten down the hatches because the storm's a-commin'!
"You mean that box there?"
An attempt to prolong the agony. Yes, of course, that box there, you idiot and now, you see, it's getting personal.
"It doesn't bother me that the box is there. I'll get around to moving it in a year or so."
Now, that's a truthful answer but it's all about me, isn't it? Helloooo, is there anybody else in the room?
Which leads to the correct answer which is this:
"Oh, my bad, I've been meaning to move that box but, you know..." followed by "Hey, tell you what, I'll move the box then we'll go out for some dim sum. How's that sound?"
Priceless. MasterCard. It's everywhere you want to be. Or whatever.
The moral of the story is to always involve food in addressing the transgression.