Do you know someone who is clueless when it comes to picking up on social cues? I do. His name is Ali Din.
It was Friday morning and I was patting myself on the back for being so organized – I was packing Maya’s lunch box, testing her on her spelling words, and loading the dishwasher with my third arm when I decided, stupidly, to cook up a batch of calzones for dinner as well.
And that’s when it happened: A glass jar of turmeric fell out of my hands, onto the kitchen floor, and shattered EVERYWHERE.
Have you ever worked with turmeric? No? Well it makes every single thing it comes in contact with yellow. I wanted to cry because not only was there a mountain of yellow all over my pristine granite floor, but there was also a piece of glass in my foot AND my once pretty gray sweater was now a work of unintentional color blocking.
Do you think my clever husband picked up on all that? Nope. Do you think he offered to give me a hand, aside from taking this lovely photo of me scrubbing the floor?
No again. Do you think I was happy about it? Absolutely not. But then again you would know this because you pick up on social cues.
I will say this about Ali: he knows enough to pick up on when he’s no longer welcome. So thanks to Ali’s sudden “business trip” I now have 72 hours to let my anger dissipate and to scrub the kitchen floor.
Let’s hope it’s enough time.