Last year while staying at a Bed & Breakfast in Thurmont, MD hubby and I stopped in on the Remembrance Day Parade in Gettysburg. Hubby and his dad are big history buffs, so he invited the in-laws to take a trip back to Gettysburg for the parade this year. On the way to my in-laws’ house, a truck that was stopped next to us at a light was kind enough to let us know that one of our brake lights was out. Thank you kind sir! So the plan was revised. My husband dropped me off at the store to pick up a few last minute things and he would run to Jiffy Lube to get his brake light fixed. Having completed my task…I called my husband…who was now at an auto parts store. He told me that getting the light changed at Jiffy Lube would have taken 20-25 minutes, so he figured (using his man-logic) that he might as well do it himself. Though I told him he’d probably be better off waiting and letting them do it, he assured me that he could manage and we’d be on the road in no time. I knew that this would not end well. Twenty minutes later as I stood fuming in front of the grocery store, my husband drove up. As I walked behind the car to get in, I noticed that there was still only one brake light. I climbed into the car using every ounce of energy I had to stop myself from screaming ‘I TOLD YOU SO!’. A short time later we arrived at his parents’ house where he recruited his father to help replace the light, while my mother-in-law and I gazed on and discussed their mutual craziness. Fifteen minutes go by…and still…one brake light. My husband comes in and firmly states, “I know that you’re angry…but I had a judgement call to make…and I made it.” So cute. After realizing that this approach would get him nowhere fast…he came back with a simple “I was wrong, I’m sorry.” I love my husband. And I love that he’s learning (very quickly) that he can be right, or he can be happy…but he can’t be both.
By the way…it took a total of an hour and a half to change the stupid brake light.
