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ninanevermoreLeaving for work this morning, I had a conversation with my husband about getting my car in the body shop. He was rambling on about getting the rental car and taking my car down to the dealership and leaving it there, while I tried to outline for him what the claims adjuster had told me about the order things needed to be done.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, frazzled because I had interrupted him.
Sure, he was not finished speaking, but he had said enough and he should have been finished speaking, so I saw no need to wait before I jumped in. This freaks him out every time. He can't regroup his thoughts. I grew up in a house with two ADD siblings; if I had not learned to interrupt people, I would never have gotten a word in as a child. ADD people do not stop talking, ever, unless you do interrupt them. Perhaps I need to adjust my habits for non ADD people, but it's hard sometimes.
"Call the body shop. Give them the paperwork from the insurance company. Have them order the parts. We take it in when the parts are in. Then we get a rental car. That's what the insurance lady said."
"They aren't just going to order parts. They'll want to LOOK at it first. We have to get you a rental car NOW. What are you talking about???!"
Not being the type who enjoys banging my head against a brick wall, I said, "Call the body shop and ask them what they want us to do."
He agreed. Just as he was shutting my car door so I could drive off, I said, "I'm right, you're wrong, quitcherbitchin." Of course, he couldn't hear me. That was the point of me saying it then.
He opened the car door again.
"What?" he asked.
I smiled my best, sweetest, most charming movie-star smile. "Nothing," I told him. "Love you."
He smiled back. "Love you, too," he said, as he closed the car door again.
Ah, matrimony. My secret to a happy marriage? Always say what you mean, but only when your spouse can't hear you. It makes things go smoother.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, frazzled because I had interrupted him.
Sure, he was not finished speaking, but he had said enough and he should have been finished speaking, so I saw no need to wait before I jumped in. This freaks him out every time. He can't regroup his thoughts. I grew up in a house with two ADD siblings; if I had not learned to interrupt people, I would never have gotten a word in as a child. ADD people do not stop talking, ever, unless you do interrupt them. Perhaps I need to adjust my habits for non ADD people, but it's hard sometimes.
"Call the body shop. Give them the paperwork from the insurance company. Have them order the parts. We take it in when the parts are in. Then we get a rental car. That's what the insurance lady said."
"They aren't just going to order parts. They'll want to LOOK at it first. We have to get you a rental car NOW. What are you talking about???!"
Not being the type who enjoys banging my head against a brick wall, I said, "Call the body shop and ask them what they want us to do."
He agreed. Just as he was shutting my car door so I could drive off, I said, "I'm right, you're wrong, quitcherbitchin." Of course, he couldn't hear me. That was the point of me saying it then.
He opened the car door again.
"What?" he asked.
I smiled my best, sweetest, most charming movie-star smile. "Nothing," I told him. "Love you."
He smiled back. "Love you, too," he said, as he closed the car door again.
Ah, matrimony. My secret to a happy marriage? Always say what you mean, but only when your spouse can't hear you. It makes things go smoother.
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Date: 2005-11-17 07:02 pm (UTC)Jeff is lucky to have a woman who understands the male psyche so well. Guess it comes from growing up an island of Estrogen in a sea of Testosterone!
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Date: 2005-11-17 07:29 pm (UTC)Same difference, I guess.
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Date: 2005-11-17 10:35 pm (UTC)