Mr. R. makes me laugh. I love that about him.
He came home from work today in a bit of a snit. I met him in the driveway as he was backing in and watched as he clipped the gate with his passenger side mirror. Climbing out of the truck he exclaimed to me, “Did you see those girls?”
I looked up and down the street and shook my head.
“They were just walking down the sidewalk,” he said, accusingly.
“Get out! Someone had the unmitigated gall to walk down the sidewalk?” I teased, still not seeing anyone.
“There I was, backing in to the driveway, and they just sauntered along behind the truck like there was no one else in the world. I was stuck halfway in the street and another car came along. How stupid can people be?!” he ranted.
“Bad day, babe?” I asked, smiling.
“No, I didn’t have a bad day. I’m just tired of stupid people!” Mr. R. returned.
I snickered a little. “Sorry you’re feeling grumpy today, love.”
“I’m not grumpy!” he countered. “I’m just pointing shit out.”
No more snickering. I erupted into gales of laughter.
Fair enough, Mr. R. Fair enough.