“If you’re gong to take that downstairs, did you put something under the leak?”
“Yeah! Of course I did.”
“Well….what?”
Sharp toss of the head toward the porch. “That pot out there.”
“It has a leak–don’t use that.”
“It doesn’t have a leak! I checked it out. You’re always telling me I’m wrong.”
“I’m not telling you you’re wrong. I’m telling you the pot has a pin-hole leak.” I pick up pot and hold it to light. Pin-hole shows light. He doesn’t look. Stomps down the stairs.
I hear a rumbling battering as he searches for the other pot.
I go inside and close the kitchen door.
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That interaction gave me a giggle. The two voices and ‘attitudes’ are very clear. In my mind, the stomping reminded me of a teenager or a disgruntled spouse. Please, do tell: Am I on the right track with either? 😀
~ Angela
(If interested, you can find my Day Seven assignment at: http://putittogether4u.wordpress.com/2014/06/10/lets-talk-about-it-day-seven-blogging-university )
Close. Adult son with a migraine… good guess. Guess the voices were clear enuf!! Read your road rage (girl, you need a comment place on your blog – or one not so hidden I can’t find it) and I want to say WELL DONE!! My sentiments exactly.