On the day of my appointment with the orthopedist, my husband had some errands to run. He took my car, promising he’d bring it back a half hour before my appointment time, which would give me enough time to get there. Ultimately he returned 25 minutes later than promised, and the look I gave him as I walked up to the car will, he said, cause him lasting trauma. And when I reached the car, I screamed at him, lashing out like the wounded animal that I am.
Luckily for him, I was in a hurry and couldn’t waste a lot of time yelling at him. And luckily for both of us, I made surprisingly good time driving across town and was only about 12 minutes late for my appointment, which was not late enough for them to send me packing. Whew!
When I got home, I found that he’d cleaned the kitchen, fixed the broken screen door, and watered the piano. I had already forgiven him when he called me on my cell phone to apologize, but I really appreciated those extra touches. He’d made a mistake, but then he made amends. You can’t ask for more than that.
But damn, he set the bar high when he did those extra things! Now we both gotta be careful not to make any mistakes. ;P
Pianos require watering? How does one do that? (I assume it’s keeping a humidifier filled or something of that ilk, but inquiring minds…)
Yes, it has a thingy in it to regulate the humidity. It requires water periodically, and even more often lately, because the furnace has been running a lot to keep up with the unusually cold temps.