Has anyone else ever had the convo with the man of the house that went something like this...
BIG: I'm gonna throw in a wash, do you have anything you need washed?
ME: (looking into my laundry basket as I am packing my suitcase for my business trip) just one or two things, don't worry about it.
BIG: you sure? You don't have anything to wash, not one thing?
ME: I said very little and no don't worry about it. No big deal.
BIG: you have stuff in there just give it to me.
ME: JFC stop asking me! I'm trying to get stuff together. Walk. Away!
BIG: you know you don't have to be shitty
ME: Again, you ask if you can do something for me, I say no thanks in a decidedly NOT shitty way. Then you proceed to ask me the same question 3 more times and when I finally blow my stack it's me being shitting. Don't ask me that f'ing question again. Go. Do. Your. Wash.
BIG: ok, ok. Fine I won't try to be nice anymore. Do your own laundry.
Ok, so now we are back to where I wanted to be when we started 5 minutes ago. I finish packing, he starts his wash. Why did I have to go through Scotland to get there. Omg, I'm so the guy. I need a nap.
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