washing dishes 

I went to the cafeteria to buy a pop. (Don’t start that pop/soda thing, no one cares) The cashier, Gerty, was in the back washing dishes from the lunch rush. 

When Gerty came out, she said that she’d just started the dishes and then had to dry off to take care of me. 

I said “I know the feeling. Whenever I start the dishes and turn on my headset, my wife starts talking to me.”

Gerty looked shocked and said “If my husband did the dishes, I’d kiss the ground that he walked on.” She missed my point. 

I dunno if this says more about my relationship with my wife or about Gerty’s relationship with her husband. 

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