my husband is an imposter
While tempers flare every day in the Din Household (mostly mine), things tend to get even scarier on the weekends. Throw in a long drive on a long weekend and Monday night will inevitably find Ali and I Googling “divorce lawyer” on our respective computers.
I finally grew a brain about 2 years ago when I realized that if I just designate myself as the family driver I won’t have to hear things like (and this is my personal favorite) “Get out-of-the-way, duck F%#$er.”
Anyway, I was patting myself on the back yesterday that Maya, Ali and I, plus my brother made it through the one hour drive to my parents’ place relatively unscathed. But then, as I got out of the car, the unthinkable happened. I dropped Ali’s car key…and it broke into 5 pieces.
Here’s the thing – I can basically do anything without getting Ali mad. Anything! Until I mess with his car.
After a moment of panic I realized the pieces were all present and accounted for and could be re-assembled! Ali put it back together and tried to lock the car and…nothing. He took it apart, investigated, and put it back together again and….nothing again.
Ali glared at me. “How could you drop my key?”
A normal person would just apologize right? But I was raised to defend at all costs and that’s why I yelled, “How is it my fault you bought a high-maintenance car with a slippery key!”
I’ll spare you the 5 minute debate that took place in my parents’ driveway but in the end I suggested he flip the battery over and lucky for me that solved the problem. I shudder to think of the consequences if it hadn’t.
But as grateful as I am I have to wonder…how can I have faith in my husband’s technological capabilities if he doesn’t know how to put a battery back into a key?