I was trolling Craigslist the other morning on the ipad to see what’s out there as far as jobs. I am not looking presently, but my current employment will end in March and so I surf around to see who advertises for help and what they are looking for. One of the listings was for a water softener salesperson.
Just then The Big Daddy came through and I asked him to rub my shoulder. The one that hurts all the time. That feels like a pinched nerve under my shoulder blade and needs a live-in massage therapist for it to get better. He noticed what was on the ipad.
“What……..you’re gonna go door-to-door selling water?”
And then he laughed.
He laughed for too long.
That was the start of the verbal turd flinging at one another like monkeys stuck in the same cage for too long. As is frequently the case with us, we kept at it until we’d sufficiently pissed each other off first thing in the morning.
He went upstairs to take a shower, turned around and said, “You’ll never find another guy who can rub your G-Spot like I can.”
What did you say?
“You heard me.”
That would explain why I can’t get no satisfaction.