Old habits die hard
I think I may have inadvertently insulted my husband’s manhood the other day.
I went outside on Sunday to begin the 20-minute long process of cleaning ALL the snow off of my car. I decided to go above and beyond, by opening my hood and brushing off all the hard-to-get-to snow from around the windshield wipers.
In the process, I noticed my engine coolant tank was low. I went into the house and asked Steven if I could borrow his phone.
“Sure,” he replied. “Who are you calling?”
“My dad.”
“Is something wrong?” he asked.
“No. I just noticed the antifreeze is low in my car. So I am going to call my dad and ask him what to do.”
He hesitated before speaking. “Why didn’t you just ask me for help?”
“Because my dad’s a mechanic!”
Ouch.
Of course, my dad told me to do the exact same thing that Steven would have, if I had given him the chance.
But I did ask Steven to put the antifreeze in my car – that must count for something!