Wife notices the time and calls Husband on his cell phone: Rings, rings, rings ... goes to voicemail. Wife hangs up frustrated. {Why do I always get his voicemail?}
Husband calls Wife back, finally.
Wife: Hey, On your way home would you please swing by the deli and pick up a pound and a half of smoked turkey breast?
Hubs: Turkey breast. Okay, got it.
Wife: Make sure it's smoked turkey breast, okay? The regular goes slimy too fast and you know I don't do slimy.
Hubs: Okay. Smoked turkey breast. How much?
Wife: A pound and a half.
Hubs: Okay. Pound and a half of smoked turkey breast.
Wife: And this time please ask the girl at the deli to cut it thinner. It was way too thick last time.
Hubs: I told her to cut it on 1-1/2 like you said.
Wife: But, did you ask to see a slice before she cut it all up?
Hubs: {crickets}
Wife: Hello?
Hubs: No.
Wife: Well this time ask her to hold a piece up so that you see it. BEFORE she cuts it all up.
Hubs: Ok.
Wife: And don't just say OK when she holds it up please. Actually look at it. If it's too thick, just tell her it's too thick. Okay? You will not hurt her feelings. I promise.
Hubs: Ok.
Wife: But please don't let her shred it up either. I hate that.
Hubs. Ok.
Wife: Why is it we have this conversation every time you go to the deli?
Hubs. Dunno.
Wife: Okay. Well, you got it? A pound and a half of smoked turkey breast, not sliced too thick, but not shredded either. Okay?
Hubs: Okay. How much?
Wife: A. Pound. And. A. Half.
Hubs: Okay. Got it. A pound of ham.
Wife: Arrrggghhhhhh..... NO! Turkey. Breast. SMOKED. Turkey Breast. A POUND AND A HALF.
Hubs: Okay, okay, geez, you don't have to yell. I got it. See ya in a minute. Bye.
Wife hangs up. Exhausted.
Can you tell who has control issues? And why?
