Posted by:
Pixie Dust
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Date: May 24, 2011 05:38AM
Banker: I am returning Mr. Dust's call.
Me: Sweetie, it's Joan from X Bank on the line. (I hang up after he picks up).
Mr. Dust: I'll use this phone here. (which happens to be the portable which he never uses, but which he can follow me around the house while talking).
Mr. Dust: Hello Joan. Did you get my message? (pause). That's right. (pause). That's right. (pause). Correct. (pause). That's right. (pause) Yes. Go ahead and pay on those two items. (pause). That's right (pause).
Meanwhile, Mr. Dust is watching my every move and does not want me to pick up the line and listen in.
Mr. Dust is never at a loss for words. The cryptic message of no dialog was very unusual for him.
I don't make calls like this where I have to cut my responses short and not participate in the dialog.
This makes me wonder just what he purchased that he doesn't want me to know about and just why he felt the need to crypt it.
Marriage as an "institution" is just that. If it is supposed to be a contract between God, DH and I, it is sorrowfully lacking in a number of ways.
Thanks for listening! (or reading as the case may be).