Returning home from the store, we walked in the front door to find Kenny vacuuming the living room floor. Until that very point in time, vacuuming was a skill I was unaware that Kenny possessed. Vacuuming is my job. Did I not do it right? Not often enough? Feeling a little insulted, I decided I would not let it get to me. Instead, I would do his normal tasks. So I grabbed both bags of trash that were sitting by the door and headed outside. I heaved the garbage into the cans and I was feeling pretty good about myself.
When I re-entered the house, Kenny was putting the clean dishes away. Another skill he has never revealed. Since taking out the trash is his only household chore, I was out of rebuttals. I began to panic. In an attempt to do ‘his job’ since he was doing ‘my job’, I cracked open a can of beer and hocked a loogie into the nearest trash can. Kenny looked at me, disgusted. Immediately defensive, I said, “You do it all the time!” He replied, “Yeah, but I make sure there’s a trash bag in there first!”
Oops.
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