The new rage

(Note: I am in denial that last week ever happened. With a phone outage, high winds, power blips, internet outage, torn up siding and shingles and a non-booting computer, trust me, it’s for the best.)

Sunday I asked Captain Clueless to take the dog out for a walk while I cleaned up land mines in the back yard. They returned through the back yard because they had a lot of mud to clean off. He asks me a question as I’m busy scooping. I respond. He loudly says “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

I look at him, and sure enough he still has his ear buds in. “Can you hear this?” I asked, as I flipped him the bird.

A few minutes later he asks me something else, and I look at him. He still has the damn things in. There is no way he could hear my response unless I screamed it. I started ranting (to myself because he obviously wasn’t going to hear me) about how rude that is and if he can’t at least take those things out of his ears I am not even bothering to try to talk to him, etc. I go back to my chore and he says “I CAN READ YOUR LIPS YOU KNOW, IT’S NOT NICE OF YOU TO CALL ME A COCK SUCKER!”

I say it was completely justified.