March 1, 2010

Don't you just hate that "well duh" moment?" In our family, my wife is a sharp thinker, which I guess makes me the fuzzy thinker. That means that I am more likely to be on the receiving end of "well duh," than she is.

For instance, if you wear glasses you know how frustrating it can be when you misplace your specs somewhere around the house and you're late for work, and you have a hard time finding them because you can't see without them. You would think one person would take it easy on another person who is visually impaired especially if she was married to him and supposedly loves him. But that's not necessarily so.

When I finally find my glasses, beside the bed stand, where they had fallen on the floor, I exclaim "why is it that you always find things in the very last place you look?"

"Well duh," she says, rolling her eyes. "When you find them, you stop looking."

Oh yeah. "Well duh."

Another example: we're in line to sign in at a recent event, when who walks up behind us but former California Gov. George Deukmejian and his wife, Gloria. So, we're chatting with them, when a woman at the table starts waving us forward to the front of the line.

I grab Carmela's hand and go rushing up, and Carmela keeps telling me something, but I'm not listening. We have been called to the front of the line. We don't have time to chat. When we get to the table, we stand there smiling until the lady who waved us forward finally says, "I meant the governor." Talk about embarrassing.

So then, I ask Carmela, "What was it that you were saying as we came forward, my dear?" "I said, she means the governor," Carmela replies between clenched teeth.

"Well, duh."

Until Next Time,
George Cunningham