First girlfriend, first night in our new house... everything unpacked and we'd had a meal, came to doing the dishes... we ended up in a blazing row, plates being smashed and pans thrown at my head. You'd think it was over who was doing dishes... and you'd be right... I wanted to do them and she wanted to do them. Some how that resulted in our first major argument and she solved the problem over who was doing the dishes... by the time she was done, there were no dishes left!
Same girlfriend... on holiday in Spain... massive argument over a 'stolen' bag. Her point of argument, it was my fault because I should have kept an eye on it. My point of argument, it was on her shoulder and had been there all along. Despite it genuinely being on her shoulder, she continued to argue and even tried to involve a passing Spanish traffic warden, who she insisted was a policeman. The argument was only solved when I asked her what was in the bag... she gave me a list and I pulled everything on the list out of the bag on her shoulder. Apparently that made me a smart @rse!
Thinking back, I can't understand why I didn't marry her when I had the chance.