Women's Mind Game
OK ladies, just admit it…you get bored so you just like to mess with our heads.
When I need something, getting information on the location of said needed object from Mrs. Cranky is like pulling teeth.
“Hey Kare, do you know where the hammer is?”
“Downstairs in the basement?”
“No downstairs is downstairs, the basement is the basement.”
“By the table.”
“The table in the living room or the table in the family room?”
“Oh for crap sake, I’ll get it.”
All right I get it, I’m an idiot, I can’t find anything...but a woman’s instructions…damn!
The other morning I go down stairs for coffee.
“You want me to bring anything up?”
“Just a small Jet’s glass of orange juice.”
We have two glasses that Mrs. Cranky got from the gas station back in the day when stations had to compete to sell gas (GIYP.) They have the NY Jets logo etched in them. They are small glasses.
What is a small Jet’s glass of orange juice?
Is it orange juice from a small Jet’s glass, or a small glass of orange juice in a Jet’s glass?
Since the Jet’s glasses are small, I deduce there is no need to describe the only two Jet’s glasses in the house; therefore Mrs. Cranky must want only a little orange juice in a Jet’s glass.
“Here is your juice Kare.”
“Why did you only get me half a glass?”
“You said ‘a small glass of juice’.”
“No, I said orange juice in a small Jet’s glass.”
“But the Jet’s glasses are small; why not just ask for orange juice in a Jet’s glass?”
“You’re a jerk!”
I think she does it on purpose.