We were leaving Canton First Monday a few weeks ago when Hubby made an intriguing observation. Actually, he posed it as a question. . .
“Why is it that when women need something moved at home they get their husbands to do it, but when they are shopping they can lift and carry almost anything themselves?”
He asked this question, of course, while observing several women toting hefty purchases such as large mirrors, heavy ironwork, and overladen flea market carts across a busy highway crosswalk.
“Why should they risk hurting themselves when there is a strong man present?” I replied, hoping he would take it as an affirmation of his manhood and muscles and all that testosterone and machismo.
“Hm,” he muttered. “I just figured they were trying to get out of hard work.”
Touche. That, too.