A story gleaned from our daily life.
The scene…
Husband and Wife at home, quarantined like many other couples.
Husband, working from home with his trusty laptop computer, having commandeered the kitchen table that is in the middle of everything at the back of the house.
Wife, writing in study at front of house.
Doorbell rings.
Wife sees FedEx guy leave small box on the stoop.
Wife goes to kitchen in back of house to get her gloves so that she may pick up the box, safely.
As one does now.
Wife tells Husband, who is sitting at the kitchen table that is smack dab in the middle of everything at the back of the house, what she is doing.
Husband who is staring at computer screen appears to understand, nodding head in an affirmative manner.
Wife collects small box from front stoop, walks to kitchen at back of house, and wipes down small box with Clorox wipe.
As one does now.
Husband sees Wife bring box into kitchen and seems to understand that she’s applied the proper ablutions to it, leaving it in plain sight on the kitchen counter because she’ll open the box later.
Wife returns to writing project in study in front of house.
One half hour later…
Husband strides purposefully from kitchen in back of house to front door, opens it, then expresses dismay that the box delivered by FedEx is not there.
Husband is flummoxed and queries Wife as to where said box is.
Wife explains all that transpired within Husband’s purview while sitting at the kitchen table that is smack dab in the middle of every stinking thing in the back of the house.
Husband looks baffled.
Wife says didn’t you notice what I was doing, hear what I was saying. Weren’t you interested?
Husband says: “Of course I was interested, but I wasn’t watching what you were doing or listening to what you were saying at all.”
Wife *sighs* LOUDLY, *rolls her eyes* DRAMATICALLY, and returns to her writing project, refusing to respond to Husband’s absurd, somewhat disparaging, comment.
As one does now.
