WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO PICK THAT UP?
This cranky re-run is from May 2013
The other day I was in the kitchen with Mrs. Cranky. Now keep in mind, I do my share of work around the Cranky house. I vacuum, I sweep, I am the bathroom cleaner, I do the dishes and I empty the dishwasher. I am the grill master. I don’t do windows. Anyway, the other day I am in the kitchen with Mrs. Cranky and she says to me:
“When are you going to pick that up?”
“Pick what up?”
“Look at your feet.”
“Don’t you see that?”
“Oh my God…LOOK, right by your feet!”
I look down at my feet and sure enough there is a gubba*
“When are you going to pick that up? It’s been there for three days?”
“Well if you have been seeing it for three days, why didn’t you pick it up?”
“Because I wanted to see how long you would just keep stepping over it and never pick it up!”
“But, if I didn’t see it how would I pick it up? What is worse, my not seeing it or you seeing it and waiting for me to pick it up?”
“How could you NOT see it!?**
“How could you see it and NOT pick it up!?”
“Cause I wanted to see how long it would take for you to see it!”
“Well now you still don’t know cause you pointed it out to me.”
“Well are you going to pick it up?”
“You saw it first, you pick it up!”
“But it’s your mess!”
“How do you know it’s my mess?”
“Because if I drop something I know it!”
“Except when you drop something and you don’t know it.”
“You’re a jerk!”
The Gubba remains today in that same spot on the kitchen floor. No one will pick it up. Yesterday Mrs. C vacuumed around it. This summer the ants will probably clean it up…that is if it is something edible.
I don’t know what it is…it’s a Gubba!
*Gubba – any tiny stupid unidentified thing which serves no apparent purpose is a “Gubba.”
**!? – Emphatic question.