Today I asked my husband to buy an Onion.
Ali: Where should I get the onion from?
Me: The cart guy on the corner sells Onions.
Ali: It’s raining, do you think he’s out there?
Me: He was there earlier, when I came back from work.
Ali: Can I get the onion from Duane Reade?
Me: Why would you get the onion from Duane Reade? Do they even sell onions? Can you not walk 5 steps to the cart guy?
Ali: What kind of onion? White or red?
Me: Get a yellow onion.
Ali: YELLOW? They sell YELLOW onions?
Me: I REFUSE to answer any more questions about this. Just don’t come back without an onion.
Guess what?
- Ali came back with a bag of 7 onions.
- They are all white.
- He also came back with the bag of 7 onions in ANOTHER plastic bag, which is just excellent for the environment.
- The bag was totally wet from the rain so it’s not reusable.
So now I have 7 onions, a plastic bag that can’t be reused, and my blood pressure just shot up 15 points.
In conclusion, my husband has a problem following instructions and I have a problem micromanaging. And now we have enough onions to last us the next month.
