I’m in the livingroom at my computer, catching up on some blog reading. Hub is watching TV. He goes to the kitchen, I hear him sharpening the bread knife. Then he yells to me down the hall. “Would you like a tomato and mayo sandwich?”
“Sure,” I say, thinking how nice it would be to have something to munch on while reading blogs.
“Good,” Hub says.
“Do you mind making me one while you’re making yours?”
At the moment I have no smart comeback so I just ignore the comment. Two minutes later a carefully constructed sandwich cut into High-Tea niblets shows up on a sandwich plate on the corner of the desk.
Guess good things come to those who wait. Maybe not?
I finish my sandwich, take my plate to the kitchen, and Hub yells down the hall…“I hear the sounds of someone in the kitchen making tea.”
I was doing nothing of the kind, and had no intentions of doing so, but gee-whiz, did I have any choice?