Why is it whenever I call a serviceman to repair the copy machine they think I need to know why it’s not working? (“Please sir, just make it live again.”) Or maybe it’s a man thing. Now that I think about it, my dear husband feels like I need a detailed description of what was wrong with the ________.
Me: “Baby, the _______ isn’t working.”
Husband: “OK, I’ll look at it.” (Sometime later………) “I fixed it! It was the ________. It was ________ing. If the __________es it will________, and then you have to ________. The _________ _______and then_____________. When that happens you got nothin’.”
Me: “Please sir, jut make it live again.”
Husband: ”After I________, and ____________, and I___________ed the _____________, disconnected the _____________, and then wrapped duct tape around the ________and stuck some chewing gum in the ___________. It’s as good as new.”
Me: (eyes glazing over, head falling back) “Thank you Baby, you are a genious.”
There is only so much room in this brain of mine. I must filter all the information coming at me. If I fill my mind with “hardly used” (as opposed to “useless”) information, it may push out information I need, like where my keys are.
Oh yeah, it’s a guy thing! Funny!