Day 2493 Stomp my foot till it hurts.

11th June 2024

I can be bloody minded sometimes, I know it, I can’t stop it, I just try to control it. If the truth be known everyone has the ability to be awkward and stubborn, we get to know the signs and try to avoid confrontation.

The story starts when I should have paid my American phone on Sunday, but we were at Kelli’s mums for ice cream and by the time we got to the shop, it was closed.

“Don’t worry you can pay it tomorrow” I was told.

Monday came, and I suggested that I pay my phone bill today.

“Pay it tomorrow, we’ve got to go out” I reluctantly agreed.

Tuesday came, I had a dental appointment so Kelli suggested we pay it on the way, but this is my wife, she is late for everything. Needless to say we didn’t have time, so we headed on to the dental surgery.

I was now two days late with my bill meaning I had no phone service, but I thought I could still use the internet.

Kelli dropped me at the surgery and then went off to do what Kelli does.

My appointment lasted an hour, quite long for a cleaning, but they squeezed in a couple of X-rays for good measure, and to boost the bill.

I tried to use messenger to say that I was done and waiting for collection, but I didn’t have any service. How was I going to contact my wife?

I thought that she might be at Plato’s closet, she is always there, so I walked to see if she was there. I survived crossing the big road, and made it to the shop, but she wasn’t there. I had no option but to walk back to the surgery and wait.

Now this is where my bloody mindedness came into play. I could have gone back to the surgery and asked to use their phone, but no, I wanted to wait and see how long it would take for her to get concerned and finish what she was doing and drive back to see what had happened.

I waited over three quarters of an hour before she turned up, by then I had calmed myself down.

“Why didn’t you asked to use the phone in the surgery, they have my number”.

I had no answer to that, I now looked a prat, and she knew it.

I could smell the wood burning under me, my martyrdom was a pointless demonstration of male stupidity, and I didn’t like it.