The Call
Why does it come so late? Why is it always at the very last possible moment that I get The Call? In the days before cell phones, how was the call even made? The Call is one of the single most annoying things about being married. Why is it that I am usually on my block, or even in my driveway before I get The Call? I have to ask, at what time of the day did you realize that we ran out of milk? Wasn’t it after breakfast? You had some coffee today, right? Did you drink it black? After you made them Peanut butter and Jelly, was there any bread left? That was lunchtime, right? Why now? Why after I just got through town? Why must I go fight the traffic again? Most importantly, do you do this on purpose? Do wives intentionally torture the husbands?
posted by lawnwhisperer at 9:02 AM
12 Comments:
You Know IT!!! Once Again... Conspiracy Theory!!! You know damn well that the wives have a tracking device placed somewhere on us... they know exactly where we are at all times... and they wait until we are in the driveway or seconds from the house before they call with the 'List'
I mean for all we know they ARE sitting around eating Bon - Bon's laughing at us with their girlfriends saying... look out your window around 5:15, my husband is going to drive down the road then he will be driving right back out again when I tell him he needs to pick up Milk and Bread.. just like yesterday...
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My call is, "hurry home honey. I can't wait to see you. I went shopping today at Victoria's Secret. I also took a nap just in case we will be up all night." I hate when I get that call.
Well, as the daughter of a grocery store general manager... he learned to CALL first before he left work to see if we needed anything.
Because of this, I don't think my mother has stepped foot in a grocery store since he learned that.
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Here ya go-
We get up in the morning we do our thing-clean the house, make breakfast, lunch, etc..do laundry....we've hardly had a chance to sit down and do anything else....let alone think of everything we need from the store...and then it hits us...there will be no milk for dinner cause I used it all at lunch....call the hubs! he can just run in and get it and be on his way home and I won't have to take a shower do my hair brush my teeth ....perfect!
then we make the call......
Its not like we're tryin to torture you it's just we don't wanna see the mothers of our kids' friends in the grocery store when we have no make up on.
1:32 PM
Hey... I think that goes both ways. I generally get THE CALL as I'm leaving the store. I love that.
I get THE CALL and I am the wife! He works midnights so its all on him!
Yay, I see we figured out the name thing. :-)
The call comes then because honestly, if we called when you first got to work or at lunchtime and asked you to pick up the milk, would you remember by the end of the day?
Don't lie, you know you wouldn't.
to answer your final question of the post..."Yes. Wives do intentionally torture their husbands....it's all a test."
- Jon
- Daddy Detective
- www.daddydetective.com
uh, no - the torture isn't intentional - it just comes naturally
and beside, if we called earlier WE would have to go get it - this way it is on YOUR way home . . .
HILARIOUS!!! I am busting up laughing over here! I am sooooo guilty of this. We have a teenage daughter and now a 16 month old. I do this to my teenage daughter allllllll thetime and now since you've pointed it out, I know what she's thinking when she gets that CALL now! LOL
I have learned from getting that call one... OK, many... too many times. I now call her from the grocery store or the train parking lot and say, "what do you need?"
I have often wondered why she didn't just call me when she ran out of stuff - milk at breakfast, bread at lunc, etc. - because she carries a cell phone on her belt all the time. I have decided to assume it is to avoid "bothering me" at work.
Besides, I do most of the cooking at dinner time, so I am usually at the store getting what I know I will need anyway.
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