Stuck in the airport

I'm sitting in the KC airport; my flight is rain-stalled. I was hoping to make my connection in Albuquerque, but it doesn't look likely. Oh well. Life on life's terms, as one of my friends said last night when we visited her in the hospital where she was just diagnosed with incurable bone cancer.

I decided to while away the time that I would write about another great couples fight I just heard about. My girlfriend, who I'm going to stay with in Phoenix, called me to see if I needed a ride from the airport. She mentioned that she had a little set-to with her boyfriend that day. I've known him for about a decade now and I know that having a "little" set-to with him isn't really possible; it's usually a loud and long fight, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

They import German shepherds, so their house is like going to visit a kennel. She told me she was running around for two hours cleaning up and moving dogs while her boyfriend took a nap. She ate lunch and when he woke up, he asked her if she'd made him any lunch. She had just laid down to read a book and she was rather annoyed that he was asking her to make him lunch. So she said something to effect of "I already ate lunch while you napped; you can make your own lunch."

That was all it took. I think he woke up on the wrong side of the bed, and they were off to the verbal races. He yelled at her that she was inconsiderate or something to that effect. So she stomped into the kitchen finally and made him a salad then went back to read her book. A minute later she heard the toilet flush. "That's what I think of your salad," he yelled as he flushed it down the toilet.

I almost cried I laughed so hard when she told me. It was a very visual fight; I could just picture him stomping into the john and putting the salad in the toilet.

It's just another indication that relationships are hard. Until tomorrow, don't get in a stupid fight; let me do it for you.