On sale as in “available for sale,” meaning you literally can not acquire one (through normal channels) until next year, or on sale as in “at a special price,” although still available at the normal price?
Fight wouldn’t even come to mind.
If this type of chicken is irreplaceable until next year, I’d certainly convey my disappointment and ask for an explanation. NICELY. If this type of chicken can be bought, though at a less attractive price, a discussion may be in order but I’m thinking it’s just a few dollars and not worth generating bad feelings.
Now, if this is not an isolated incident but rather the latest illustration of a repeated and ongoing problem, that’s a whole different kettle of fish.
It’s true that women who menstruate become irrational instinct-driven animals rampaging through the lives of hapless men both known and unknown (menstruating women never turn on other women; it’s something to do with pheromones), and that nothing anyone can say or do can bring them to their senses until The Period has passed and women gain self-control and reason again! I mean, not too much reason, because they are still women, after all, but a bit more. Just a smidge.
If they were Hood River strawberries or maybe white truffles rooted out by one of those special pigs, I could see some smack-down being in order. But chickens? You can buy whole chickens for like $.49/lb.
well, that’s why everyone’s egging the OP on to post more info. There hasn’t been a peep out of him since the first post and it’s turning into a real fustercluck.
Yes, me too. If it were something by a poster I had no previous associations with, I think I’d just be confused. But between the two threads I get a vibe of the OP thinking his wife is sweet but not too bright. And a message of, “See, this is what I have to live with!”
Well, there’s the rub…my wife is pretty clueless about food, which I find kind of endearing, because she’s so together on everything else. I also tend to be philosophical about material possessions, etc., overall. I could see kind of going “WTF”, but not in a mean, argument-ensuing way. It would just be one of those things, and I’d just find a way to use the chicken.
I have this sneaking suspicion that **Superhal **and his wife don’t actually speak the same language, and communicate with each other solely through Google Translate.
Well, SuperHal ignores his wife’s wishes to quit insulting her under the guise of making “jokes,” and SuperHal’s wife ignores his wishes to not defrost two superchickens. Sounds like they’re just about right for each other.
