Tuesday, September 3, 2013

storm in a teacup

"If you have 'your head about you when all the rest are losing theirs and blaming it on you,' it means you don't understand the situation," said Nadine.

Elmer grunted.  "Would you pour me some tea?"

Nadine poured it into his mug, the one with the picture of a walrus smoking a cigarette, and added a teaspoon of honey the way he liked, and placed it before him at the table.

"No, not in that mug!" he said.  "In a tea cup!  It belongs in a proper teacup."

She took the mug back to the counter and poured it into a dainty flowered teacup, then placed it before him.

"What are you doing?!" he yelled.  "Where's the saucer that goes with it?  Get the cream from the fridge and a teaspoon!  Don't forget the napkin.  Come on, woman, what's your problem?"

"Well, I've given it to you in a mug before and you seemed fine with it."

Elmer shook his head in disgust.  "And there's no cookies or anything!"

"Well, no, I haven't done any baking 'cause I've been scrubbing the tile grout in the hallway like you asked."

"I should've married Pamela," he muttered.

"Um... what?"

"Nothing," he said and waved his hand dismissively.  "Go clean my washroom.  It's filthy."

Nadine went back to the hallway to finish the tile grout.

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