Apropos of nothing political….
The other morning I came out of the shower, and noticed that my wife, using her foot, was aggressively rubbing what I assumed to be a rag over part of the tile floor that had become wet.
Upon further inspection, however, I realized that it was not a rag, it was the underpants I took off before showering.
The following conversation then took place:
“Are those my underpants you\’re using to wipe the floor?”
“Yeah”
“You know you\’re rubbing them into the grout as well as the tile”
Shoulder shrug
“What does that do to the underpants?”
Shoulder shrug
After 46 years of marriage, I knew that one shoulder shrug might only mean indifference. But two shoulder shrugs was the equivalent of “That\’s right, what do you want to make of it?” – which meant impending doom if I said even one more word.
My reaction, therefore, was not to say even one more word. But now I\’m much more careful about where I, er, drop my drawers.
If anyone thinks I could have handled this better, I would love to know their thoughts.
Ok, back to politics, where I wish I could use my foot to aggressively rub most politicians – not their underwear but the politicians themselves – against tile and (especially grout). Facing down.
