WH and I, as most (if not all) married couples do, have occasionally failed to communicate effectively. Superficially, these failures to communicate centre around one of us mishearing the other, and conversations disintegrating from there. This morning was a good example:
Chorus: Honey, would you like coffee?
WH: Do we have any spare travel mugs?
Chorus: Yes
WH: Then no.
These kinds of conversations are usually followed by a long pause, after which the confused party tracks the other down across the 3 or 4 rooms through which the conversation has been shouted, and clarifies.
It does bring to the mind the granddaddy of all miscommunications, which occured some months back while we were watching TV one evening.
Here's how the conversation went to my ears:
Chorus: Honey, do you like your new clothes?
WH: Yes, I do! Do you like your new clothes?
Chorus: I don't have any new clothes.
Here's how the conversation went to WH's ears:
Chorus: Honey, do you like your nipples?
WH: Yes, I do! Do you like your nipples?
Chorus: I don't have any nipples.
LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG pause.
Pitchin' In
11 years ago
2 comments:
i am trying REALLY hard not to fall on the floor laughing in the library...
::insert snorting laughter here::
:) Too funny. I can totally see something like this happening at our house.
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