“An old man, garbed in tattered robes, sits near the fire in the common room of a lonely, aged inn. Upon seeing you enter, he motions for you to draw closer, and points toward an open spot on the floor at his feet. As you sit, he takes a deep breath, and begins to speak.”
“Let me tell you a story. A story that would one day become known as...”
The Rocking Chair Incident!
Nice intro, huh? Anyway, it was a pretty typical day in June. My wife and I were off from work and spending the day together. Our son was still in school (extended school year due to the massive snow storms we had had), so we decided to go on a date to eat at the local Cracker Barrel.
When we arrived, and started toward the front entrance, my wife casually mentioned how she loved the rocking chairs that lined the front porch of the restaurant/shop. She said we just HAD to sit in one, and made me do so.
|The Chair in Question.|
They have some very fine chairs, and, while it was very nice, I didn't understand why we were just sitting around outside instead of going in to eat. After about 5 minutes, give or take, we went in, and had a wonderful meal.
A few weeks later, on my wife's birthday, some of her friends came over to leave a surprise for her on our front porch. Low and behold it was one of the Cracker Barrel rockers. They talked about how my wife wanted one of these rockers for her birthday. BOOM! I realized that she had been hinting for me to get her one!
Say what? How was I supposed to know that? Suffice it to say, my wife was pretty upset that I hadn't figured out, after she dropped “So MANY hints!”
Ladies, please, listen to me. I'm a guy. We do NOT do subtle. If we want something, we tell you. If you want something, you have to tell US! Doghouse for days afterward...
The moral of the story... Guys, you better invest in a Ouija board, crystal, magic 8 ball, or something! Women seem to think we're 'Carnac the Magnificent.' Yeesh! (Bonus points to anyone who knows who Carnac is!)