The Lovely and Talented Wife and I were making sandwiches in the kitchen the other day. Just lunch for us and the kids. I love sandwiches and not just eating them. I love making them. It’s a simple, peaceful activity; one that can be enjoyed alone or with others, often quietly. Unwrapping cheese, slicing bread, the sound of knives on wood chopping boards, the smell of onions and deli meats. Contentment.

“Could you please get the mayo?” I asked. She looked at me, raised a lovely and talented eyebrow thinking she’d misheard something. “Did I?”

“No. Could you, please?” I replied. And then she turned and walked briskly and immediately out of the kitchen. I stared at the space she had been standing in, butter knife and bread in hand, mayoless. I peeked around the corner in time to see her close the front door behind her. “Sheesh! Nevermind, I’ll get it,” I called after her, annoyed.

I got the mayo and tried to revive my sandwich-making zen.

She came back a few minutes later. “Here.” She tossed a bundle of papers and envelopes onto the counter and huffed. “I don’t get why you wanted the mail so badly. What’s the rush?”

Understanding and then a wry smile spread across my face. I held up the open mayonnaise jar. “Could you please get the mayo?” I repeated, enunciating clearly this time.

And then we laughed and laughed.

Comments

1. toyfoto on 2008-02-20 12:04:36 wrote: Priceless.

2. RubiaLala on 2008-02-20 12:52:11 wrote: That is really great.

3. DaveTheWave on 2008-02-20 18:53:47 wrote: very familiar

4. Sylvia on 2008-02-21 21:10:27 wrote: Laughing and laughing with you! Thanks, I needed that!