Foot In Mouth Disease
ATCH: Aif, you're too much. You texted me two times. One after the other. TWO TIMES! You woke me up.
AIFEE: But I just wanted to know if we're buying the roast chicken for Woog's birthday. I texted you at 4 pm, you could've always gone back to sleep.
ATCH: Well, too late. I can't sleep now. You woke me up. Try and be more considerate, Aif. You know that we're usually still asleep for siesta at 4 pm.
AIFEE: I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Why didn't you just turn your phone off?
ATCH: Turn my phone off? Hah. What if a client calls?
(...WTF!)
AIFEE: You leave your phone on for client calls but your wife texts you... TEXTS! And she gets told off?!
ATCH: Well, Aif...
AIFEE: Do your clients get told off for calling? Hmmm?
ATCH: Aif...
AIFEE: So your clients can bother you in your sleep, but your wife can't?!
ATCH: Aif...
ATCH: (conciliatory tone of voice): Aif, I'm not mad at you. I was just saying...
AIFEE: Hmph.
ATCH: Aifee!
(silence)
ATCH: I'll pick you up later and we'll buy the chicken, 'k?
(silence)
ATCH: Wuv-wuv.
End of conversation.
Moral (lesson) question: If you're uber-shrewish but you don't nag? What does that make you?
And for that matter....what does that make him?
