It was a cold and wintry morning. The last day of the year to be exact, and I was assigned the job of taking TLW (The Little Woman) to work. My car was at the shop, and I needed to take #1 Son to the railroad station so he could go into the city.
As we walked out to the car, I noticed a little bit of frost on the windshield, but it wasn’t an issue to worry about. Unless of course, you are TLW, then a little bit of frost will get you down.
TLW opened the driver’s side door, and I said that I would drive, so she paused searching for something, and went around to the other side, the passenger side and opened that door, as I got into the driver’s seat. I noticed that she now has a scrapper in her hand and begins to scrape the windshield.
TLW: “I won’t say anything about this.” A smirk is on her face, as I am starting up the car, while she is scrapping.
She scrapes her side first, then mine, as I point to a spot that she could have gotten, but instead choose to ignore me. Making me feel bad is a job she has taken to a science. I would never let her do the job of scrapping if I felt it needed it. Being it was such a little job, and no effort was needed, I let her finish it.
She finally gets into the car and looks straight ahead, like she did on our first date. I look at her and say: “You finished?”
She looks back at me and doesn’t say a thing.
Me: “I was saving my arm for the typing I have to do.”
Do all you women go to a guilt inducing school for husbands before you get married?
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