I think you’ll find that if’n you employ an outrageous French accent the next time you frequent your local Lowes, you’ll recieve a hole new level of service.
“Excusum moi, have you any spack le’?”
Huh?
“Spack le’, Spack le’, Spack le’. Have you any?”
Uhhhhh…
“Le’ spack!”
Oh, try the video store around the corner.
Oh, my sides. :rolleyes:
Rue, you are easily amused. Have a wonderful weekend, DorkBoy. 
My little woman is off work these days as well. Which is fine, as it means that we get to see more of each other… and this is generally a good thing.
It has, however, brought to light the previously unknown fact that we have vastly differing ideas about home improvement.
For example: my desk was messy. I knew this, even before it was pointed out to me. And I HAD plans to eventually rectify the situation! I did! Now, I don’t rush into things like this… home improvement should be carefully thought out lest the results of premature action be less than one had hoped for. Everyone knows this! Yet, less than a fortnight after the planning stages had begun, Astrogirl gets a bee in her bonnet and thoughtlessly attacks the desk while I am slaving away at the salt mines! (well, OK… truth be told, I was humming the theme song to Gilligan’s Island, and idly playing pocket pool while my students were doing some TPR activity in class, but that’s not the point. Or is it? I forget… anyways, I wasn’t there when she chose to clean the desk.) The end result of her foolishness? A clean desk, of course. But more importantly, my favorite pen is GONE! GONE! AWOL! Granted, it wasn’t a particularly expensive pen (the expensive one I leave in the drawer as I am afraid to lose it), but it’s still gone! (actually, come to think of it… I’m not sure if it was an expensive pen, as I bought it in the airport in Tokyo. Did you know that Japanese people don’t use dollars? They use “longings” or “desires” or “cravings” or something like that… anyways it looks funny, and I just shoved a handful of them at the clerk, and he gave me some back. Then I bought a coke. What was left after the coke is on the shelf in the piggy bank… I don’t know how much it’s worth in real money. I may be rich, and don’t know it!) But I digress. My pen is gone! And I still have 2 of the three refill cartridges that I bought for it… they won’t fit any other pen. What about them?:smack:
All because certain people (who I won’t name even though I already have) possess no patience.
Another example: the other day someone who shall remain nameless decided to cook dinner for us. “Great!” sez I. See, normally I do all the cooking, as she doesn’t know how to cook. But she wants to learn. So her friend is teaching her how to cook some Korean food. So she decided to cook up some Bulgogi for dinner. “Great!” sez I. (I know I already said that, but I just wanted to point out how wonderful I am as a fiance. I’m very supportive of all of her efforts to improve herself and her surroundings in any way, even if it means I have to rip off all the cuphooks I installed when she wasn’t there and reinstall them because they weren’t perfectly in a line… or all that horizontal either…). So she cooks Bulgogi for us. It was good! (a bit too salty, and maybe next time she should use a touch less sugar in the marinade… but I didn’t tell her. Why? Because you don’t rush into stuff like this! Next time she cooks Bulgogi, I’ll point out that I normally buy the extra-concentrated sugar, and she should use about half what she thinks is the right amount, and the soy-sauce is a but old, so the water content has dropped due to evaporation… so maybe a bit less of that as well. “But won’t she find out you lied about the ingredients? Won’t she be filled with wrath?” you ask. Yes, probably… but that’s a problem that won’t occur for a least a couple of weeks, and I’m sure we’ll have other issues to deal with at that time, so no biggie…). What was I talking about? OH! So the Bulgogi was good… I told her so. I belched in appreciation. I leaned back on my bed and picked my teeth with a finger nail clipping until she slapped it out of my hand… But, who was to wash the dishes? Normally, she washes, I cook! OK… so I tell her that since she cooked, I’ll wash! That’s fair, right? OK… we spent the rest of the evening cuddling and watching TV. Then she went home.
Today I came home from class, and she was already here. I opened the door to discover her sitting at my computer playing computer games.
“Hi honey!” I said.
“LIAR!” she said.
“Huh?” I quipped.
She silently pointed at the sink. I looked.
“Huh?” I responded, wittily, if I do say so myself.
“You said you were going to do the dishes!” she said in an accusing tone.
“I will.” I replied.
“When?” she demanded.
“When they need to be done.” I stated reasonably. (you see, I STILL HAVE dishes that aren’t dirty yet! There are probably 2 or 3 plates left in the cupboard! Maybe even a bowl! And there are, I think, 5 chopsticks and a plastic spoon still unsullied in the utensil drawer! There’s no need to be hasty! Granted, I think I am out of cups and glasses… but I have a whole pack of straws on top of the fridge! I’m not yet reduced to drinking directly out of the carton… the straws are kind of dusty, but they can be rinsed…)
“Psht!!” she hissed cattily (if you have a Korean girlfriend, you KNOW the “Psht!” sound…), and went back to her computer game.
The woman has NO patience!
[sub]What were we talking about again?[/sub]
Well… that was SUPPOSED to have been proofread, but I hit the “submit” button instead of the “preview” button…
PSHT! indeed.