Why it’s hard for Jason to be engaged to an English major
This morning, Jason watched as Comcast came out to fix our defective Internet modem, which the technician said would eventually have fried itself since they had connected the wrong cord into it, which was quite comforting for us to hear, especially since our biggest collective fear is fire and we routinely have a variation of this conversation every night:
Me: Did you turn the oven off?
Jason: Maybe I did and maybe I didn’t.
Me (trying not to cave into my OCD tendencies): Well, I’m not checking. I always check.
Jason (wanting to check but trying to make ME check): Well, I’m not checking, because I’m mostly sure I shut it off.
{long pause}
Both of us (as we get out of bed to check): Dammit.
Anyway, Jason called me at work to inform me of 1) the working status of our Internet and 2) how close we almost came to experiencing our biggest nightmare and I asked him if he had gotten a chance to catch up on his Internet reading.
He said, “Nope. I just got started. There’s a lot of stuff I haven’t readed yet.”
I didn’t say anything, but mentally I was laughing maniacally.
After a long pause, he sheepishly said, “I need human interaction! Or else the next time I go into an interview I’m just going to sit there and yell, ‘NRRRRGGGGGH!’”
