Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Romancing the car
Her-- Good morning. Don't bother looking outside, we didn't even get that first four inches of snow that was forecast overnight.
Him-- It's not that snow I'm worried about. I don't even have an ice scraper for my car.
Her-- No. You can't have mine.
Him-- I didn't ask you for yours.
Her-- Yes you did, just in not so many words. While we're on the topic, you can't have my SUV, either.
Him--I didn't ask you for your car. Can't you call your boss and ask what the plan is for tonight?
Her--The plan is I punch in at 4 PM and go where I'm sent. And no, you can't have my car.
Him--Dammit, I didn't ask for your car.
Her--Yes you did and I'm not calling in sick for something that hasn't even started yet.
Him--Why? Your patients are dead anyway. Why do you have to go out to see them if they're dead?
Her--Because that's my job, and no, you can't have my car. I'm sorry if you didn't think to buy your own SUV, but just because the weather is bad doesn't mean you can take mine. I mean hello? That's why I bought this vehicle.
Him--FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M NOT ASKING FOR YOUR CAR!
Her--Yes you are.
Him--What am I going to do to get to work?
Her--It isn't snowing yet and right now, you're channeling your father.
Him--I AM NOT.
Her--Yes you are. And no, you can't have my car.
Him--You're right. I am turning into my father over snow. I'm not doing so well with this blizzard thing.
Her-- I know, I know. Look, I packed you a nice lunch. Everything will be ok. We'll cross this snow bridge when we come to it, honey. Now go to work...