I, of course, called him back.
Me (gently, knowing that most men struggle to express themselves): Honey, without more detail I simply have no idea what you're talking about.
He: About what?
Me: Beans.
He (long pause): Huh?
Me (patiently): You just said, 'It's not worth a hill of beans.'
He: Yeah. And?
Me: And? Where do I start: Are you referring to a pile of beans or a hill with beans growing on it?
He: What?
Me (logically): There's no possible way for me to know the market value of the beans without knowing what kind they are: green beans, pinto beans, black beans, lima beans, or what? And their worth increases dramatically if they've been organically grown.
He (muttering--to his shoes, apparently): I have to stop using cliches around her.
Me: And what size is the hill? The size of a molehill? Or an anthill? Or 1,999 feet high?
He: As opposed to 2,000 feet high?
Me (impatiently): Of course, darling, because that would make it a mountain.
He (snickering): You would know that.
Me (earnestly): If it's worth a 1,999 foot high hill of Kopi Luwak coffee beans then it would have great value. But if it's worth an anthill of navy beans, then that's less than a dollar.
He (shaking his head): You're lucky you're cute as a button.
Me (even more confused): A button? You're comparing me to a button? What does that mean?
He: I said cute.
| The extent of my cuteness, apparently |
Communicating with the man is nearly impossible.
Verse of the day: "The heart of the godly thinks carefully before speaking" (Proverbs 15:28). Jay might want to try that.
For another story about our communication challenges, click here.