This of course won’t come as a surprise to any of you ladies, as you know you’re always right. But I have a few examples of proof:
1. Rita’s Italian Ice – There was a time when I would try to figure out my own magical combination of custard and ice to make my taste buds sing. And I would always be envious of what Amy ordered. So now I don’t even want to be consulted, whatever she is getting, we order two. Its much easier for everyone this way.
2. Husbands – obviously. She picked me.
3. Professions – It is a running rebuttal anytime I would complain about not having my summers off and not being able to stop working at 3pm that “we all picked out majors”. And that is true.
I am a territory salesman for a plumbing and HVAC component manufacturer. Yup, that is every bit as boring as it sounds. I spend all day in my car, hoping to see people that don’t want to see me. If I do get in front of someone, I’m begging them to consider using my product in lieu of the industry leader. So my job could be summed up that I drive and beg for a living.
A few key differences in what my wife and I do:
A. No one asks me if I’m available. No one begs, hopes, pleads for my services. No one offers to change their party date in order to have my product be a part of it.
B. No one ever squeals with delight when I show up at a job site. You will never hear, “OMG, Fred, get out of the truck and come look at this fitting!!! This guy’s a friggin genius”.
C. I never, ever get tipped. Ever. Not even a little bit. In fact, it is not uncommon for if I do manage to sell some material, they’ll want hats, pens….hubcaps….whatever….
D. There is never a declaration of love for my job. I never beam with delight over our newest catalog or get excited because I’ve come up with a great idea. I just plug along…driving….and begging…
So, once again, she was right. She is the lucky one that gets to get the squeals, the tips, the attention and the total enjoyment of her day to day work.
But I’ve got her….so in that instance, I got it right…