Who: Cruel Wife
What: Card left on her car window under wiper, by psycho motorist
When: Yesterday, during snowstorm
Where: Meijer’s Grocery, in a snow-covered parking lot
Isn’t that nice that the person is taking personal responsibility for prompt corrective action in the future?
An email exchange from last night between myself and a co-worker, and Office Assassin Savior of Kittens was on the distribution list…
Butcher of Lansing: My firebox is lit up like a kiln furnace. The cast iron humidifier pot on top is about boiling over. CO2 outside to the max, but it sure is comfy in here. The only good thing about the Emerald Ash Borer.
Quit blowing out the drive as soon as I could get the cars out. 8 inches of snow on top of what appeared to be an inch of slushy ice about choked the blower. As Anthony said, very slow moving and fighting the steering. And then the wind blowing it right back in your face. Ugh.
Me: Oh yes, that is far too much effort. That’s why I encouraged Cruel Wife to go out to shovel it by hand.
<<me nodding energetically and stupidly>>
Butcher of Lansing: And you are not face down in the remaining snow??
Me: If she thought I actually meant it I would be in bags distributed all across lower Michigan. I’m not a *total* idiot.
You are probably wondering, Dear Reader, why that would seem to be something I thought you should know.
Well, Cruel Wife dropped me off at work this morning and talked to Office Assassin Savior of Kittens, who told her about those emails saying only that they were incendiary.
As I waved her off, thinking of that business card, I said to CW, “Stay away from the assholes!” To which she yelled “How can I? I am married to you!”
She meant this in the purest of fun, not anger, so don’t be alarmed, Dear Reader.
Later, however, she emailed me from our favorite sushi joint with just two pictures. I think she is sending me a message but I do not know what.
I am disappointed in her for not finishing her salad.