6….7….8….9….10. Nope. Not calm. Still ticked.
Why?
Because my favorite husband (at the moment he’s lucky I don’t have a harem to choose from) called me on my way to work this morning. He ran out of gas on the way to work. He had walked out of the house without cash or the bank card. He was not exactly happy. In fact, he carried on loudly and longly (yeah, I know that’s not a word) about how I’d have to do something. Somehow or another it was all my fault. Phhhbbbttt!
Now I didn’t really appreciate being screamed at, but I realized he was under stress and that he needed to get to work. So…..I called into my job and asked if someone could cover me for the morning (they could). Then I turned the car around and headed for the other side of Pittsburgh (during peak rush hour traffic) to rescue my poor hubby.
When I called from the road, about half way there, his response seemed kind of lame. Kind of like "whatever." Hmmm, here I am going three hours of driving out of my way and losing half a day’s pay and he’s not really caring?!? Pardon my french, but WTF????
After many delays due to traffic, tunnels and construction I finally pulled up behind his truck. It was sitting right where he said it would be. His directions were perfect (they usually are). Just one thing was missing. Tim. He was nowhere to be found.
I called him and mentioned that I was with his truck and he was not. Oh…..sorry. He gave me some more perfect directions, which I followed without problem…TO THE JOB SITE LESS THAN 1/2 MILE AWAY! He had walked the short distance and had been working the whole time.
When I pointed out to him that I could have worked this morning and then come down he just said, "Oh, sorry." Grrrrrrrrrr. I was so steamed I could barely speak to him. I think he finally figured it out because he called me about 4 times while I was driving home trying to make nice. Ha! I’m not having any of it (at least not right away). He can just worry about it for a while.
OH. MY. GOD.
This is a TOTAL Ray move!! (Ray is my husband) I swear to GOD the two of them are somehow related!
My husand has done this to me. Except it was on his way home from work and he was in the middle of NOWHERE. And somehow it was MY fault and MY problem. Can you say… LIVID?!
Men!
Comment by chesneygirl — October 19, 2006 @ 9:32 am
Yep…that’s a classic “whoops”
Comment by Skunkfeathers — October 19, 2006 @ 10:33 am
Hey Ches, what say we ship the two of them off somewhere together and we go sit on a beach, sip something tropical and flirt shamelessly with gorgeous beach boys?
Comment by Stacy — October 19, 2006 @ 11:07 am
Death is too good for him. This one incident alone is worthy of YEARS of slow, torturous pain and MANY, many, many presents….
Comment by kat campbell — October 19, 2006 @ 6:14 pm
Oh my goodness that is just crazy!
Men are such bone-heads!
Comment by Sarah Forhan — October 19, 2006 @ 8:23 pm
YOu ladies are very kind. The moment he would have started yelling I would have asked HOw is this MY fault and MY responsibility? Then when the request would come I’d say Sorry, I’m very, very busy!
Nice angry man graphic though.
Comment by michele — October 19, 2006 @ 10:35 pm
Forgive the poor guy. As husbands go he is not bad. Not too smart but not bad. Besides now he owes you big time.
Comment by Dr. John — October 20, 2006 @ 10:24 am
Dr. John, I did forgive the big goof and he is very aware that he owes me.
Comment by Stacy — October 20, 2006 @ 11:02 am