You might say I’m gifted with the ill-timed comment. I’ve thought a lot about this and I don’t think it’s really my fault.
Like when Barbara came from out of state to visit Lisa. I was trying to do something nice for them, I really was. They were having tea on the couch in the family room, open to the kitchen. It was a “good husband” moment. I wanted them to be able to talk, uninterrupted, so the kids were in the backyard and I quietly listened while washing the dishes. That’s nice, isn’t it?
But, no sooner did I start scrubbing with this new-fangled scrubber that releases the soap as you wash and I got frustrated.
Peek behind the curtain: I hate (I know, Christians aren’t supposed to hate but, I do) I hate things that don’t work — especially if they’re new. I’m convinced there’s a special place in the netherworld for people who make and sell junk.
Anyway, after about three futile attempts at cleaning a pan, I said … loudly … Where did this worthless piece of junk come from?
Both ladies looked up. “What worthless piece of junk, honey?” Lisa asked with that cringing tone that says, I hope he doesn’t say what I think he’s going to say.
“This stupid thing,” I said, holding up the offending article as absolute proof that the world is falling apart.
“Oh, the new scrubber,” she said, “That is a gift, from Barbara.”
[Read the rest of the article at The Time-Warp Wife.]