Ever notice how so many TV commercials make men out to be helpless half-wits? I’m starting to think WIMMIN are believin’ that stuff.

Deb hates to do the grocery shopping. She’s a browser. I’m not. I have it down to a science. Takes me less than an hour to get a $200 order – & get home & put it away.

So I’m at the deli…. Here’s THE DELI LADY….

Me – I’d like 1/2 a pound of Boar’s Head Imported Swiss please.
Deli Lady – The Publix Brand is cheaper
Me – Thanks but I’ll stick with Boar’s Head
Deli Lady – Huffs & puffs & rolls her eyes like I’m an idiot – “It ain’t my money”
I order 3 more items – each time she gives me an attitude & a speech about belt tightening & cutting out frills. People are starin’ at me.
Deli Lady – There’s really no difference between brands. You’re just wasting money.
Me – (Now I’m annoyed) Lady … My wife prefers Boar’s Head. I don’t even look at lunchmeat so I could care less. It’s my money to waste – not yours. Just get the stuff sliced so I can get outta here.
Old guy waiting with his ticket starts to laugh. Deli Lady is fuming.
Me – (One more jab – commenting to the old guy) “Can you imagine that some moron acually married her… on purpose?
Deli Lady slams my lunch meat & cheese on the counter – Old guy laughs out loud.

Coupla hours later I decide to get a haircut. The barber that’s never open, isn’t open. I go to a joint next to Starbucks, all Wimmin hair cutters. Get in the chair.
Me – Yaknow, I think I want it short. How ’bout a flat top?
Lady – You’re dreamin’ – hair’s too thin for that.
Me – Well aren’t you diplomatic. Look at it as your biggest challenge of the day.
Lady – Least ya don’t try the comb over thing like Donald Trump.
Me – It’s thin – not gone! (True – it’s thin, but the thinning hasn’t progressed)
Lady – If you say so….
Me – Guess we’ll see if you can do miracles so ya get a tip.
(She did a good job – gave her a $5 tip)

My dad taught me to cook…. which means I can’t cook. Tonight we weren’t in the mood for a big dinner – in or out. Deb decided she wanted chicken. I detest chicken so I said, “I’ll make one of those frozen pizzas later.”
Deb – I’ll make it for you. (She’s in another room adding pics to FaceBook)
Me – I can do it. How tough can it be to stick that in the oven? Do what yer doin’
Deb – Okay – Don’t burn it.
Me – (sigh!)
So I read the directions, heat the oven to 475, pop it in & return to the book I’m reading.
Deb – Later… from the other room….. Is your pizza done?
Me – Nah… it’s got about 5 minutes to go. Meanwhile I’m running to the kitchen knowing it’s gotta be burnt. It is. Now I have a dilemma. I ain’t admittin’ to burnin’ the pizza. I can’t eat the whole thing & don’t like ’em anyway. Frozen pizza with black cheese is even worse. So… I eat the pieces that are the most burnt… to hide the evidence. I choke some of it down, wrap up the rest & throw it out. Maybe Deb will think I was hungry after all & wolfed it down. All is good. I’m in the clear.
Deb – Half an hour later – How was the burnt pizza?
Me – Whaddya mean?
Deb – (Laughing) I smelled it burning, that’s why I yelled out to ya.
Me – Wasn’t burnt THAT bad.
Deb – Was the cheese black?
Me – Yeah. Guess some of it was. Maybe just a little.
Deb – Yeah….right…. just a little.

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