We had a houseguest here at the casa, a friend from Florida,
and after he left, Carlos set about cleaning the guestroom, doing the linens
and bathrooms and such while I was at work. When I came home he said:
“I think I lost one of the pillowcases because It’s not
there.”
So, I checked the bed thinking it got tangled in the sheets
and was somewhere in there; no luck. I told him I couldn’t find it and didn’t
know where else to look. But a bit later I wondered about the laundry room. I
checked the washer no; I looked in the dryer, no. Then I looked behind
the dryer and there it was, having fallen as he was putting the linens into the
wash. I told him where it was and dug it out from behind the dryer as he came
into the laundry and said:
“I can’t believe I’m such a moron.”
“Well, I can!”
“Hey, you don’t have to agree with me!”
“I wasn’t agreeing, I was disagreeing. You can’t believe
you’re a moron, and I believe you are one.”
“Oh yeah.”
Of course then I explained that I only realized he was a
moron because I, too, have accidentally knocked something behind the dryer and
then tore the house apart looking for it.
I guess we’re just two morons … |