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Husband and Wife Sport
My husband loves nothing better than to wind me up, it’s our sport of choice. I have been whinging about my phone for months as the battery barely lasts three hours and I now carry a remote battery charger that I picked up at the airport coming back from Bris Vegas so my lifeline to Rae Rae’s world wasn’t cut.
Unfortunately for me an upgrade isn’t due till March so I need to soldier on till then, Michael bless him finally decides to help if only to shut me up and get me off his back for 5 minutes, buy’s me a replacement battery. This then led me to revisit the way men think versus the way I think, I am sure you will tell me if I’m not alone in this thinking, come on I’m relying on you to back me up here. Or am I truly the mole from hell. I’m not saying that either has a better of way of thinking or problem solving I just think mine wastes less energy. Both ways have advantages and disadvantages I’m sure, I don’t have a head for numbers or a head for mechanical workings, he does, thankfully or we’d all be in trouble.
Regardless of the goings on I want my phone fixed and I want it now, I don’t care how!
Michael loves to research and research, gather all his information, compartmentalise the information, swill it around, change his mind, argue, procrastinate and chew it over and spit it out, the conversation went something like this. As he sat patiently across from me at the bench while I am cooking dinner, see that way he knew I couldn’t run away and he would have my undivided attention.
Ready for Christmas
Michael ‘I have found you a replacement battery’.
Rae ‘Thank you that’s brilliant, how much?’
After 15 minutes of the ins and outs of where he obtained one, the rubbish he was told, the hazards of buying online versus shop front, the lies they supposedly tell him, we get to a cost of $17. But he doesn’t stop there, as he could have paid $50, I maintained a straight face and stopped my eyes from wandering upwards.
Then he proceeds to tell me how to make the battery last (
like I care)
Run the battery completely down three times amongst a mountain of other stupid things
- How can I do that when the phone is my
- Alarm clock
- My work phone
- To take photos
- Tell the time
- My lifeline
- My access to my social media
- My map on how to get to there
- Pretty screen to look at
- A word game that I barely use
I said, voice slightly raised
hysterical ‘It’s a phone that you are meant to use, if I did everything you asked me to which by the way I would firstly have to figure out how to do I don’t have the time to faffee around doing those things!’
The whole time he has a smirk on his lopsided face, see he is so good at winding me up! As he knew the reaction he’d get, he also told me I didn’t need to raise my voice. Like a red rag to a bull I said.
‘Well it’s just not going to happen,’ I said huffily.
Red Rag to a Bull
‘That is just stupid, false advertising I’m going to take the phone people to the Trade Practices Act, they sell you a phone because you can do all these things on it and then they don’t give you a battery to last the distance WTF!’
Give me strength, I just want to smack someone, he slinks away to set the table, his work is done, nice job Michael…..