JUST REACH IN AND GET IT…PLEASE
This re-run is from April 2014
I get it women…men can’t find anything we did not ourselves put away.
Deal with it!
You could stop complaining and just deal with it. But nooo…you want to torture us don’t you, kind of like ripping the wings off a fly. Yes you do, admit it. You know we can’t find the stuff you put away. You know your directions of where to find stuff that you put away can only be understood by another woman. Yet you continue to expect us to find things. It is like expecting a person without legs to dance the jig.
This past weekend, Mrs. C and I were vacationing in Aruba. It is a beautiful island, and we love lounging in the sun with a constant warm breeze, dunking in the ocean, or bathing in the pool. It is wonderful, except Mrs. C knows how to stir things up.
I got up from our place in the sun to make a trek to the restroom. Upon arrival I found I needed a room key to enter. I walked back to our umbrella (oh the humanity) to get the key.
“What’s up, why back so soon?”
“You need a room key to enter, where is our key?”
“In the beach bag.”
"Could you just get it?”
“Why don’t you get it?”
“Because you could just reach in and grab it, where I will dig around looking, move stuff around and still not find it.”
“Oh please. Just open the bag, the key is right behind the book.”
“Book? We have no book.”
“You know, the Tablet, Nook thing.”
“Which is it, the Tablet or the Nook?”
“Yes, one of those.”
“We have both…oh crap let me look…I don’t see it.”
“It is right there.”
“I don’t see it.”
“For crying out loud hand me the bag.”
Mrs. Cranky reaches into the bag that I have been turning inside out and without looking comes out with the room key.
“Here, it was right inside the plastic baggy.”
“But you said it was in the Nook, or the Tablet.”
“Well it was inside the baggy, if you had just looked you would have found it!”
“Well if you had just reached in in the first place like I asked I would have had 180 seconds of my life that is now irrevocably lost.”
“You’re a jerk!”
Aruba is such a beautiful island that I can easily overlook those minor Mrs. Cranky un-pleasantries, besides, without her I would have never found the island.