This is about crossing the line.
A parcel arrived today. Now, one knows this 'cos the
contents of the parcel were spread across the bench when one got home. Feeling
more than a little miffed one enquired as to why He felt the need to bust open
the parcel that was addressed to one's self... quite clearly no doubt. His
answer was a classic...
Um... did it occur to you that one might like to open it?
After all one doesn't receive much in the way of mail... except bills... which
He seems to deem beneath his notice.
He looked blank for a second and said no
Do you not get any pleasure from riffling through your
packages when they arrive?
No. I usually know what they are He replied
So you didn't know what this was and you thought I'll open
this one instead?
Well it was quite large and I thought I'd get rid of the
mess.
This, from a man who suffers the worst case of domestic
blindness known to any woman, anywhere...
Frankly one calls bullshit!
The man is a snoop, plain and simple K
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