Spider Woman had helped a friend move on Saturday, and they had put an old chest of drawers, which she gave to Spidey, from that move on our front porch because they didn’t have time to put it anywhere else.
Spidey sent me an e-mail about the chest of drawers which I thought said “There is a dresser on the front porch. Are you feeling strong enough to put it in the garbage?” As I had been sick for a few days and hadn’t eaten anything, she thought I might still feel weak. I was in a hurry, so I started the car and heaved the heavy old thing in the dumpster, thinking to myself “I hope she appreciates this” as I heard it splintering.
A couple of days later, she says to me “When did I mention that chest of drawers and the dumpster in a sentence together?” I said, I could swear you told me to put it in the garbage. I opened the e-mail, which I had saved, and it said, please put it in the GARAGE, not GARBAGE.
Oh.
:smack:
Oops.
She was sort of mad at first, but when I told her the part about thinking “I hope she appreciates this,” she started laughing and couldn’t stop.
Temporary dyslexia does have its drawbacks.
