Other Half called me at work from the side of the road, “I can’t drive my car. It started shuddering, so I pulled over and now the wheel won’t turn.”
I looked up the garage online and called to have a tow truck sent to pick up the car.
This, apparently, was hilarious.
“You wear the pants, you totally wear the pants,” My boss, TT, laughed.
“No, if anything we wear them equally and sometimes he wears them more than me,” I said.
“There’s no way I would call my wife if my car broke down, but she would call me!” he insisted.
“It just makes sense that he would call me,” I said, “I’m the one in front of the computer to look up the number. Besides, you know he’s not a car guy, what’s he going to do? Get out and look?”
“But would your first call be to him if you were stranded?” he insisted.
“Depends, if it was in the middle of the school day? I couldn’t call, he’d be in class, I’d call a friend,” I said, thinking I was being most logical.
For the next two hours he conducted an informal survey.
“Hey,” he’d ask every one who stepped into our office, “If your car broke down on the road, who would you call first?”
“But would you call your wife?” he’d respond to any answer.
I still think it made sense; I’m the one with the computer.
The next day the garage called to tell us the problem was fixed (two new front brakes.) TT said, “Hey, I bet Other Half would fall for the old ‘headlamp fluid’ joke.”
“He’s not going to fall for it.”
“Yes he will, he called you from the side of the road.”
“First of all, again, it makes sense; I was the one next to the computer. Second, he’s not an idiot: he doesn’t know a lot about cars, but he’s never had a problem with his car because his ‘headlamp fluid’ was low. Third, it’s a lamp, with electricity, why would there be fluid?”
“I bet you 10 dollars he will fall for it, and if you win, you don’t owe me anything.”
“DEAL,” I said, squarely and dialed Other Half.
“Hey, honey, the garage said that the car is done. They also mentioned that they’d top off our headlight fluid for and extra 10 bucks if we wanted them too.”
“What? They’d top off what?”
“The headlight fluid.”
“Uh, there’s no such thing as headlight fluid.”
“No, first of all it’s a light, and second…look, there’s just no such thing as headlight fluid.”
I stifled a giggle.
“OK, well then, I’ll tell them we don’t want it.”
And that’s when I made TT fork over the 10 bones.
Right after that is when I found a safety pin and pinned the
How should I spend those greenbacks?