And then I said to my husband….are you being bullied?July 16, 2011 at 8:42 pm | Posted in And then I said to my husband..., Daily Life | 7 Comments
Tags: husband, Socks
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“Is everything alright babe?” I enquired over chicken fajitas one evening.
“Is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No of course not” was the reply, “everything’s fine, why do you ask?”.
He was quite matter of fact in his reply, not defensive or agitated, he just proceeded to smother another tortilla wrap with sour cream and pile a shocking amount of grated cheese on top of the chicken and peppers. My mind flitted from the conversation momentarily – that is way, way, way too much cheese.
My mind returned to the problem I was trying to address. I’d become concerned some weeks before – little tell-tale signs here and there – I was determined to get to the bottom of it, even though my opening questions hadn’t had a particularly revealing response.
I tried another approach. “Are people at work taking things from you?”
“No don’t be silly!” was the slightly bemused response.
“So, tell me, please tell me dearest husband – where are all your sodding socks?!!” I asked. “I buy you at least 6 new pairs a month! A month! Where do they go?!”
So, I drew the obvious conclusion that any wife would arrive – the only rational assumption – someone must be taking his new black socks from him at work because theirs are so holey, smelly and old. Rather than buying their own socks they’re manipulating and intimidating my husband into giving up his.
There’s no other logical reasoning. Where else could they possibly go? How can one man get through so many pairs of new socks?
Sock bullies, pah, wait until I get my hands on them.