And threw something on the driveway with an ominous clang.
I should probably NOT go out there and ask brightly, “How’s it going?” I know from long experience that Guys like to be alone at times like this.
I’m SO glad I’m not a Guy sometimes. The burden of Infallibility would be too much for me to bear.
Just hollered, “Dammit!! FUCK!!” again, followed by more clanging noises.
here i am, humming a little tune and surfing the internets
Now, if it was my husband, I’d saunter out there about now and politely ask him, “How’s it going?” and he’d say, “Well, apparently I just bolted the frannistan to the Jeffries tube, so now I have to go to Menards again.”
But a Repair Person from Midstate Overhead Doors, I don’t think he wants housewifely sympathy. I’ll preserve a tactful silence and wait for him to come knock on the door…