My hubby and I carpool to save gas. I went to his work to pick him up for lunch, as usual.
Guess what I see....
One of the female auto detailers is talking with my husband. But it's not just friendly chitchat. She is clad in full Cover Girl war paint, and draped quite provocatively on the trunk of the car he is working on.
I am annoyed....
As I get closer, I can also see that she UNBUTTONED the topmost button of her shirt, and is *casually* wiggling her boobs at my husband at every opportunity. They look like they'd fall out at any moment.
I am now angry....
She doesn't see me coming. As I get closer, I hear her saying (insert flirty voice. Ladies, you KNOW the one I mean)..."Yea, it can be hard to find the right one. I'm just looking for a good man. Someone caring, with a good head on his shoulders." *insert smile that corresponds with voice*
AAARGH!!!
My first instinct was to run over to my hubby's toolbox, grab his 4-foot pry bar and beat that woman to a pulp. And then liberally cover every open wound with salt and lemon juice.
But then I reminded myself that I am a civilived human being. So I decided to just kick her underneath the lift and bring it down on top of her. Then maybe zap her a couple of times with jumper cables while she was immobilized. Civilized...gotta take advantage of technology.
My hubby, bless him, was completely oblivious to what this woman was doing. He was just working on the car and lost in his own little world. He looked up and saw me, then grinned to see me (like he does every time). "Oh, hey, did I introduce you to my wife?"
The woman jumped and said, (insert fakey-nice voice) "Oh, I didn't know you were married." I was very pleasant and gave her a nice hello. Although I'm sure she saw that I wasn't happy. Yea, right. How could she NOT know? He wears a big gold wedding ring. He has a picture of me on his toolbox, for crying out loud! Grrr. I trust my husband completely, but watching a woman like that trying to pick up him up drives me insane.
All right, I'm done ranting. Pardon me while I relieve these cavewoman feelings by banging two rocks together to make fire.
Guess what I see....
One of the female auto detailers is talking with my husband. But it's not just friendly chitchat. She is clad in full Cover Girl war paint, and draped quite provocatively on the trunk of the car he is working on.
I am annoyed....
As I get closer, I can also see that she UNBUTTONED the topmost button of her shirt, and is *casually* wiggling her boobs at my husband at every opportunity. They look like they'd fall out at any moment.
I am now angry....
She doesn't see me coming. As I get closer, I hear her saying (insert flirty voice. Ladies, you KNOW the one I mean)..."Yea, it can be hard to find the right one. I'm just looking for a good man. Someone caring, with a good head on his shoulders." *insert smile that corresponds with voice*
AAARGH!!!
My first instinct was to run over to my hubby's toolbox, grab his 4-foot pry bar and beat that woman to a pulp. And then liberally cover every open wound with salt and lemon juice.
But then I reminded myself that I am a civilived human being. So I decided to just kick her underneath the lift and bring it down on top of her. Then maybe zap her a couple of times with jumper cables while she was immobilized. Civilized...gotta take advantage of technology.
My hubby, bless him, was completely oblivious to what this woman was doing. He was just working on the car and lost in his own little world. He looked up and saw me, then grinned to see me (like he does every time). "Oh, hey, did I introduce you to my wife?"
The woman jumped and said, (insert fakey-nice voice) "Oh, I didn't know you were married." I was very pleasant and gave her a nice hello. Although I'm sure she saw that I wasn't happy. Yea, right. How could she NOT know? He wears a big gold wedding ring. He has a picture of me on his toolbox, for crying out loud! Grrr. I trust my husband completely, but watching a woman like that trying to pick up him up drives me insane.
All right, I'm done ranting. Pardon me while I relieve these cavewoman feelings by banging two rocks together to make fire.