How Long Are You Going To Take
I often write about Mrs. Cranky. Lately I am paying special attention to how she treats me. You see we have been married now four and a half years. In six months I have a big decision to make. Mrs. Cranky doesn’t believe me, but when we married there was some legal papers filed. I claim there is a clause which apparently she and her lawyer missed that gives me a chance to reevaluate the relationship after five years. I call it the bail-out clause.
So far things are going very nicely. Except for being called a jerk from time to time, we have a very nice relationship; however since I only have this one time and one time only chance of activating my bail-out clause I am closely evaluating her behavior.
Today for instance, I was washing dishes. We are in a small apartment on the Shore where the kitchen is only feet from the living area. We have no dishwasher, so I like to keep on top of the dirty dishes. It was 11:00 and I was running the hot water and scrubbing dishes, pots and pans.
“How much longer are you going to be?”
“Maybe ten minutes. What am I making too much noise washing dishes? Oh, what a horrible inconsiderate husband, noisily washing the dishes while you are trying to get caught up on “Say Yes to the Dress” on the TV. I am sooo sorry.”
“I didn’t say you were making too much noise.”
“I know you; I know exactly why you were asking.”
“I don’t think you do.”
“Then why do you care that I am washing the dishes?”
“Well it is not because I can’t hear.”
“OK, I’m sorry, I thought I was disturbing your TV watching with my dish washing. “
“See, you don’t know everything Mr. Smartypants.”
“So why do you care how much longer I am going to take doing the dishes?”
“OK, I’m watching on-demand and have the TV on pause while you are making all that noise.”
One step closer to invoking the clause in six months.