in which it is truly my way or the highway
there are conversations I have that make me wonder how sane I truly am, and the one below is pretty representative:
him: OK, what do I do now?
me: I need you to take this bowl of roasted garlic cloves and this fork and reduce the cloves to a mashed pile.
[the pile of cloves is about the size of a head of garlic. I'll also have issues with you if you don't know which is a "head" and which is a "clove".]
him: OK. Do you have a potato masher and a plate?
me: [giving him a look] no. Use the fork and the side of the bowl.
him: OK, what do I do now?
me: I need you to take this bowl of roasted garlic cloves and this fork and reduce the cloves to a mashed pile.
[the pile of cloves is about the size of a head of garlic. I'll also have issues with you if you don't know which is a "head" and which is a "clove".]
him: OK. Do you have a potato masher and a plate?
me: [giving him a look] no. Use the fork and the side of the bowl.