You might think I make some of this stuff up. I even have a hard time believing some of our conversations. Let’s just agree that our irrational conversations is due to Vince’s inability to carry on a rational conversation and has nothing to do with me, ok? I sometimes blame it on his Sicilian heritage and other times I blame it on his being an engineer. The greater truth is . . it’s probably just because he’s a man.
Background: We moved here 17 months ago. We have not had our tires balanced or rotated since moving here. When I go to Louisiana, I usually take whatever vehicle I’m driving to the tire shop there because my good friend works there. But, I’ve only been to Louisiana twice since moving here. Once Vince was with me and it was a quick trip and the second time, I was only there for three days and didn’t have time to deal with the tires. Last week Vince made an appointment for me to take the Honda in today and the Highlander in tomorrow.
Today I took the Honda which is a 2001 CRV. The spare is on the outside of the back of the car with a plastic cover that says “Honda” on it. You know how anal I can be about things but it frustrates me to see CRVs driving down the road and that “Honda” logo is crooked. I asked the guys to check my spare because . . well, the truth is, it’s now 12 years old. I said “Please be sure you get that cover on straight when you put it back on!” He came in with the cover. It had come apart at the seams when they took it off. I guess 12 year old plastic is no better than a 12 year old tire. The guy said “The spare is brand new!” Yes, brand new as in it’s never been uncovered but I’m not putting a 12 year tire on the road even if it’s “brand new” so I had them order a new tire to match the four that are on the car now. Then I called Vince and told him I needed a new tire cover. Did he want to order one or did he want me to have the tire dealer order one.
So . . then we met at the chicken place for lunch. We were finished eating and the chicken place has ice cream cones. Here’s our conversation:
Vince: Are you getting an ice cream cone?
Me: No, I’m freezing. Did you find a tire cover?
Vince: Yes, I can order one from Amazon. (He’s getting his ice cream cone).
Me: How much are they?
Me: Huh? Tire covers are free?
Vince: No! Ice cream cones are free!
Then, we’re walking out and he leans over to kiss me goodbye. There are families sitting around but it’s just a peck.
Vince: My lips are HOT!
Me: Stop! There are kids sitting here.
Vince: I ate spicy fried chicken and my lips are burning!
Gotta love a husband with hot lips!