After 11 years of marriage Ali and I have our Friday nights down to a science:
- He opens up the DirecTV app.
- We scan the list of movies.
- We discuss why we shouldn’t watch each one.
- We reluctantly agree on one.
- Ali declares it’s 8:30 pm and thus it’s too late to start a movie.
- We both sigh with relief that the charade is over.
- I pull out a book and turn on HGTV for background noise.
- Ali surrounds himself with his laptop/iPhone/iPad/Blackberry.
- I fall asleep at 9:30 pm, a half-eaten bag of chocolate chips by my side.
- Ali wakes me up and tells me to go to bed.
I know you want to feel sorry for me, but please don’t because the formula works. Or it does until Ali tries to mess with the formula, which he did after a rare dinner out this past Friday night.
Ali: “Do you want to walk into the Microsoft store?”
Ali: “Why not?”
Me: “Do you really have to ask that?”
Ali: “This is my business you know. This is what I DO. You need to understand it.”
Seeing as “supportive” is my middle name, I grabbed Maya’s hand and we dragged each other into the empty Microsoft store where we looked at things like laptops. And tablets. And loads of cardboard software boxes.
Me: “My God, I just want to be on the couch with my chocolate chips. Can you tell me why we’re here on a Friday night looking at duplicates of everything we already have lying around our living room?”
The moral of the story is: I’m always right. And the formula should not be messed with. And did I mention I’m always right?