Vince. He isn’t normal, is he? One of us can’t be and I know I’m normal! 🙂
Vince has a habit of starting a conversation and then just stopping right in the middle of a sentence . Sometimes I’ll say “Was there more?” Sometimes I just ignore it.
The other day . .
Vince: I’m getting the RTV keys and . .
. . long pause. I was on my way out the door. I stopped and waited for a second or two to see if he was going to finish his statement. He didn’t so I went on outside. He came out.
Me: I need to go check the mail unless you want to do it.
Vince: We have a communication problem!
Me: Do we?
Vince: Yes! I just told you that I was getting the RTV keys and . . I was going to get the mail.
Me: I heard you say you were going to get the RTV keys and . .
Vince: Because you walk out the door when I’m still talking to you.
OK . . not worth arguing about.
Today I had made the breakfast bread that has all the spices and pumpkin seeds in it.
We were out working in the garden. He finished tilling up where we’re going to re-plant okra. I finished pulling some weeds. I knew the bread was about to be done so when I walked into the house, it smelled so good. Vince was eating a sandwich.
Me: Oh, that breakfast bread smells so good.
Vince: What kind of bread is it?
Me: Breakfast bread. The one that’s kinda green with the pumpkin seeds.
Vince: The one that’s green?
Me: You remember the other day when you said we have a communication problem.
Vince: Who said we have a communication problem?
I stopped . . I walked into the kitchen. I didn’t answer him.
Vince: What are you doing?
Me: Praying for patience!
Vince: Parade? What parade?
Oh, my . . sometimes I think he’s joking and sometimes I think he seriously either doesn’t listen to anything I say or he listens to every other word and then he decides, based on the few words he heard, what I’m saying.
Don’t even ask if he can hear? I keep the volume down on my phone because I hate it when someone’s standing next to me somewhere (like I EVER go anywhere these days!) and I can hear every word . . but my volume is so low. Vince sits across the room and hears every word the other party is saying on my phone . . and it is NOT on speaker.
I’m really not complaining . . I’m venting. I think it’s funny so long as neither of us gets frustrated with the other. We try not to do that . .
Oh, . . now I’m laughing. I was going to read him this blog post. I got to the part where he said “I’m getting the RTV keys”. I read this to him verbatim. He said “Where are you going?”
I said “Nowhere”
He said “Why are you getting the RTV keys?”