Tuesday, January 16

Darling, you're stronger than me

Time for more weirdness, the second weird thing about me. I recently posted about how I am a better parallel parker than my husband, but while that is something that feeds my competitive streak, I don't find it all that weird. However there is something else I can do better that I do find weird. I cannot explain it.

What do all these items have in common?

They all have lids that can be a challenge to open. These sorts of lids can stump my husband, but I can open them all. Why? He is definitely stronger than me. He can do push-ups, move full sheets of plywood, lift a kayak onto the car roof in one motion, all things I cannot do easily. Yet when we have waffles, who has to open the syrup? Me.

It's not just him either. A typical situation. He tries to open a lid somewhere with other people present. He fails, so he looks around for me. Another guy intercepts and says he'll do it. (thinking, of course, what a wimp) Franz lets him. He fails. Franz then passes it off to me. I succeed. (who's the wimp?)

Fortunately for our relationship, Franz is a good sport about it --- he really likes maple syrup.


(and yes, I've been listening to Patsy on my iPod. How did you guess?)

2 comments:

kmkat said...

That is the weirdest of the weird, not in the usual way of weirdness but because it defies all logical explanation. Personally I have a LOT of trouble opening jars -- small hands and nagging arthritis -- so if you wanted to come live at my house it would be okay.

Anonymous said...

Snap! I can do that, too. My husband gets me to open jars. I think I must somehow sense just how to grip, but I don't understand the physics of it.

He's much better at parallel parking, though -- still, I'm gradually improving over the years, rather than just assuming I'll always be terrible at it.

Helen