As odd as the following picture is, it is still imperative that I share it.
Why? Well because this picture? This picture spells P-R-O-G-R-E-S-S.
Let’s dissect, shall we?
- Ali is holding a trash can. This, from a guy who informed me on Day 3 of our marriage that he would no longer be throwing the trash because he didn’t like the gust of air that barraged him when he opened the trash chute.
- Ali is holding a trash can, on the subway. This, from my L.A.-born husband who once said he could never live without a car. And who, I might add, doesn’t particularly share my love for public transportation.
- Ali is holding a trash can, on the subway, in an un-air conditioned car, in August. This, from someone who can’t handle temperature extremes of any kind.
- Ali is holding a trash can, on the subway, in an un-air conditioned car, in August, which is indirectly preventing him from using his cell phone (note his other hand), thus rendering him idle for 14.3 minutes. I’m sure no further clarification is necessary on this one.
And the next day? When we took the trash can out of the box and realized it was far too small for a family of 3 (one of whom is notorious for throwing everything away)?
Ali returned it to Home Depot without one word.
Well…maybe he sighed. A really long Ameena-style sigh.
And when he returned to Home Depot he did so via a cab instead of the subway.
And then he swung by Best Buy and picked up a couple of Internet cables to make himself feel better.
But regardless, I learned two things from this experience: 1. My expectations have recently taken a giant nose-dive, and 2. I should stop fighting it and order everything – even trash receptacles – from Amazon.