There’s a disingenuous and, frankly, pathetic thing I sometimes do when I get in an argument with my wife. She’ll get mildly upset at me for putting dirty dishes in the sink instead of the dishwasher, let’s say. And, rather than owning up to it and saying “my bad, I shouldn’t have done that,” I will instead pile up one excuse after another to irrefutably prove that not only was it impractical to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, but that it was damn near impossible to do so, and that even attempting it would have put our entirely family, if not the whole world, at risk of something catastrophic.
Hey, John Henry: Do The Damn Dishes
