THE TRAP

THE TRAP

I think I just escaped a trap…a trap set by my wife.

Remember a few years ago when the media went crazy because some poor third party Presidential candidate slipped up on a question?


This guy was talking about economics or something when the interrogator…er, reporter, asked him, 

“What would you do about Aleppo?”
  

Not 
"What actions would you take to alleviate the problems of the war torn Syria town, Aleppo?”

But 

“What would you do about Aleppo?”


When the candidate was confused, his economic issue brain searching for what the acronym, Aleppo, stood for, asked, “WHAT?”, the reporter disgustedly responded,


“You’re kidding.”


Gottcha!


This morning I almost had an “Aleppo” moment.


Mrs. C casually asked me this morning while we were watching an episode of “Leave it to Beaver”,


“What time are you leaving?”


Momentary panic set in as my mind shifted from “Leave it to Beaver” to what I was supposed to be doing sometime today.


Golf? No.
  

Dentist? No.


Visiting my friend Frog? No.


Haircut? Yes, haircut!


It was a set up.  She was just waiting for me to ask, “Do what?” and then hit me with a disgusted,


“You’re kidding!”


I dodged the trap.


“Leaving for what, my haircut?  Why would you ask? The appointment is at 1 pm, it takes 20 minutes to get to the shop, I guess 12:30.”


“OK.”


“That was a trap wasn’t it?”


“No, I just wanted to know when you were going to leave.”


“12:30.”


“Fine, why would I try to trap you? The things you get in your head!”


She says fine, but I know better.  She set up the appointment just yesterday.  She assumed I forgot, and she was setting me up, to prove to me that “You never listen!”


I fooled her this time.  No Aleppo moment for me.


I dodged the trap.


I better not forget to leave by 12:30.