So we’re in the grocery store, and I’m HUNGRY. I’m doing that slightly light-headed grabbing of everything tasty and fun and tossing it into the shopping cart.
I’m in trying new things mode.
Oh wow. Smokey garlic onion sauce.
That sounds delicious. Yes please.
Jennifer: “Oh, that sounds nice.”
Athol: “It does.”
Jennifer: “What I miss though is A1 Steak Sauce.”
Athol: “Oh, I didn’t know they stopped making it.”
Then I gaze down and literally stare right at a bottle of A1 Steak Sauce. Now I’m trying to comprehend why Jennifer misses something that is obviously still available to buy, and is also inexpensive. It’s even on sale. WTF is happening?
Athol: “It’s right here, if you want it, you can have it you know.”
Athol: “So…. why don’t you buy it anymore?”
Jennifer: “Well you hazed me about it.”
Athol: “I did?”
And…. hmmm… I don’t recall hazing her about it. Maybe some light teasing though. Okay so let’s not quibble about a few times she may have made mistakes with condiments. That’s all He Said, She Went Bloop Bloop Bloop. We’ll never really be able to assign actual blame. I’m pretty sure any hazing she mentioned was horribly overstated based on her sensitive feminine nature.
It’s roughly at this point I recall that I haven’t seen a bottle of A1 Steak Sauce in my house for… ah… well since the old house and we moved in 2006, so according to the math, I’m an asshole.
Athol: “Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you not eat something you liked. I feel terrible.”
Jennifer: “It’s okay.”
And off we went down the aisle, steak sauce gently nestled in the cart like the prodigal son back in his old bed. I really do feel bad about it.
But seriously now, I like to think Jennifer and I communicate pretty well. If we can miss these things, anyone can miss these things. Life is too short to miss out on the stuff you want. If you like things, you may as well enjoy them no matter what your partner feels about them. (Assuming it doesn’t have a direct negative affect on them of course.)
It’s not like I have to eat A1 Steak Sauce if she eats it. And in case someone thinks this post was sponsored by A1 Steak Sauce, please be assured that I think it should have a large warning label attached to it saying, “WARNING! Tastes like bovine rectum juice.”
what are you holding back on enjoying because of your partner?