Mrs. Poolman and I don’t always communicate as well as we should. I suppose that is probably true of most married couples. Wives generally, and maybe justifiably, blame it on the husbands. In our case, that may be partially (or substantially) true, but we have another issue that is sometimes funny and sometimes frustrating. Mrs. P is simply incapable of answering a simple question. She will jump around or jump ahead, but almost never does she simply answer the question I have asked. She is a lot smarter than I am so she is probably reading my mind and anticipating what I am really trying to ask, and answering my second or third question, but on occasion it can be frustrating all the same.
This morning, Mrs. P heard my alarm go off when she was about to walk out the door to go to work. She came into our bedroom with car keys in hand while I was sitting on the edge of the bed still trying to come awake. I was already thinking ahead to this evening. Since she is working, I’m responsible for dinner. We have several options, but I did not want to duplicate whatever she took for lunch.
Me: “Did you pack chicken salad for your lunch?”
Her: “Chicken salad would be all right.”
Did she mean:
- She packed chicken salad for her lunch but it would be all right to have it for dinner also?
- Chicken salad would be all right for her lunch?
- She really didn’t really want to have chicken salad for either meal, but didn’t want to come right out and say so.
That is too much thinking for me when I’m not entirely awake yet.
We have exchanges like this all the time.
Me: “Do we have any vacuum cleaner bags?”
Her: “I vacuumed yesterday.”
Me: “Have you already fed the dogs?”
Her: “We’re almost out. Would you pick some up on your way home tomorrow?”
Me (when she arrives home from work): “Can I fix you a drink?”
Her: “I have to go to the bathroom.”
Me: “Would you like sliced tomatoes or green beans with dinner?”
Her: “I had a salad for lunch.”
Oh well. I guess little mysteries like these keep the spark in a relationship.