I was downstairs, Husband was up. He shouted crossly, "Where are my jogging trousers?"
I had a think.
He shouted again, "Can you hear me?! Where are my jogging trousers?"
"I'm thinking!"
I had a think.
He shouted again, "Can you hear me?! Where are my jogging trousers?"
"I'm thinking!"
I had washed and dried them. "They're probably in the airing cupboard."
"I'm looking there. They're not!"
"Then they must have been in the pile of your clothes I put on the bed yesterday for you to put away."
"I've looked there but I'll look again." Disbelieving would have been a good description I think.
"I'm looking there. They're not!"
"Then they must have been in the pile of your clothes I put on the bed yesterday for you to put away."
"I've looked there but I'll look again." Disbelieving would have been a good description I think.
Later he came downstairs wearing his jogging trousers.
"You found them then," I said.
"Yes," he grunted.
"You found them then," I said.
"Yes," he grunted.
I'm not saying anything.
6 comments:
Good idea to keep mum.
Promising to bite one's tongue repeatedly should be in the standard marriage vows.
Ah a case history of male pattern thing blindness.
It is, I believe, a genetic problem in all men - none can find whatever they're looking for.
And that says it all. I regularly hear: “Mitchell, have you seen my keys [gloves, shoes, toothbrush, wallet, phone, coat, book...]?” What he really means is “Mitchell, where did you put my keys [gloves, shoes, toothbrush, wallet, phone, coat, book...]?”
I'm glad it's not just me!
And have you noticed, Mitchell, that it's always your fault?
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