I have no idea why my husband asks me the same question so many times over, but I sometimes lose patience with it. I’ve told him countless times that it doesn’t matter how many ways he rephrases the question, the answer is still the same. He doesn’t listen. Does any husband ever listen to their wife?
We were in the grocery store one afternoon and there was a sale going on that if you bought one package of chicken, you could get the second one free – a buy-one get-one free.
As I turned down an aisle, I asked him to grab two grilled chicken packs. He came to me a few seconds later and asked, “Are you sure you want that brand?”
“Yes,” I answered and explained the sale to him.
He walked away but came back empty handed. “Are you sure you want both to be grilled chicken, they have chicken tenders and breaded chicken too.”
“Did you want something besides grilled?” I asked in return.
He nodded. “Yeah, I don’t want to get the same kind.”
“Then pick another kind you want,” I offered. “Just make sure one package is grilled chicken for me.”
He came back. “Which one do you want besides grilled?”
“Reese, I just told you to pick something!”
“I’m not sure what to get.”
I shook my head in exasperation. “It’s chicken! It’s not a life altering decision!” I was so frustrated that I told him, “If you’re going to make me pick, get breaded ones and the grilled chicken.”
He left and came back empty handed again. “Are you sure you want breaded ones instead of chicken tenders?”
I rolled my eyes and walked away. When we got home and were putting away the groceries I noticed the chicken packages were missing. I started going through the bags looking.
“What are you looking for?” he asked noting my scavenger hunt.
“The chicken that you were supposed to get.”
He literally scoffed at me and said, “I asked you what kind did you want and you didn’t answer me so I put it back.”
I couldn’t believe. I had answered him over and over, even suggesting he pick something … anything to appease him and he had the audacity to say I didn’t answer him so he didn’t get the chicken.
Believe me when I say, I was ready to throttle him with a chicken. My nephew, who was with us, was laughing hysterically, but I was not amused.
(sigh) … A typical day in the Cranky household.