– You came home from work and immediately hung up on the phone? Are you going to cook dinner? – Richard asked, bewildered, watching as his wife, carelessly scattering her shoes by the front door, sprawled out on the couch. Here was her wet umbrella, under which a puddle had formed. Not far from his wife’s umbrella lay his spouse’s umbrella.
– What do you want from me? What did you say? – The wife looked at her husband in bewilderment.
“Said” – was a favorite word of the spouse. For all the questions that he did not like it, he always answered with this word, and sometimes inserted – nothing.
– Why are you on the phone, there’s nothing to eat at home except yesterday’s soup,” Richard questioned.
– I thought there was enough food for three days. I’ll tell you right away, you’ll eat soup tomorrow!
An unpleasant conjecture flashed through Richard’s mind:
– I get it, this way you want to teach me a lesson?
This time the relationship was interrupted by the couple’s eight-year-old daughter:
– Mommy, we need to make a presentation. Will you help me or Daddy?
– Daughter, Daddy will help, – replied her mother, and then she again turned her attention to the phone.
– Okay, you decided to put me in my place, but what about your daughter? What are you going to feed her?
– Daughter at school has eaten, for dinner she will eat soup, I do not see anything criminal about it. If she gets hungry, she can butter her own bun!
– I’m going to bathe, and you here somehow sort it out without me – said the wife, – then added, – you yourself tomorrow to take a daughter to school, I have things to do.
– But I’m in the other direction – tried to object spouse.
– Get up half an hour earlier, nothing will change. I’m busy tomorrow, and I’m not on my way either.
Richard realized that any further conversation would be useless. Is that so? Stubborn! Are you trying to teach me a lesson? It’s no problem to make a presentation and fry potatoes. I can do it myself!
– Daddy, I have to turn in my presentation tomorrow, or they’ll give me a “F”. – my daughter cried. Richard had been working on his presentation all night. He didn’t remember about the potatoes until midnight.
– It’s all right, it’s good, too,” Richard waved his hand and spread butter on the bun.
Already in the morning a quarrel broke out between the spouses, because where the umbrellas were lying the laminate floor swelled up because of moisture.
– Did you see what happened because of your umbrella? Why didn’t you put it away?
The wife responded with an iron counter-argument:
– Did you forget that you have to take your daughter to school today? Why did you get up like you always do?
– Why should I drive her? You drive yourself!
– No, I have other plans, I’m already out of the house!
Then the wife stormed out of the apartment, leaving behind a bloated laminate floor in the hallway and a confused husband and daughter.
– Daddy, are we having breakfast? – the little girl asked her father.
– No,” Richard replied. – I think that your mother is having her period. She’s finally … – Dad stopped just in time.
Richard called the director and warned him that because of force majeure he would be a little late. When evening came, the picture was the same: the wife was lying on the couch, staring at the phone screen.
– Do you want to explain anything to me? What we have going on and how long it will all take? – Richard was furious.
– You start to get angry on the second day, and I’ve been living in this kind of environment for years. You’re always throwing a wet umbrella on the floor and throwing your shoes around! Haven’t you noticed? And when you roll over the threshold, you immediately get stuck on the phone. – replied the wife.
– I do not understand? And now I have to put up with all this?
– I am so tired of it all, and I decided to be mutual, – said the wife and again stuck to the phone.
– Naughty,” Richard said in his head.
