Women, can’t live with them, can’t live without them. My missus is always telling me “I told you so” and it’s grating on my nerves. Just last week she was nagging me to get the speed boat serviced. I told her we didn’t have the money at that time and she said, “Well get the money!” Naturally I ignored her. Especially since she’d just purchased a pair of Gucchi heels with my hard earned dosh. And then she wants to go on a boating trip to show off how loaded we are in front of all her friends. The plan was bound to fail: we’re not loaded.
So we get on the boat with our fishing rods, ready to get pissed and catch us some lunch. I got to show the boys my nifty boatcatch, and the girls had a giggle while climbing up the ramp and onto the bobbing boat. We were just a few minutes into our ride when suddenly the motor started sputtering. I pulled the start up cord several times hoping to rectify the failing engine but that didn’t seem to work. In fact, it had the opposite effect and the motor totally gave out. We had to get another boat to tow us back to shore!
Not only was my wife embarrassed in front of all her stuck up friends, we’d ruined and wasted perfectly good day, and couldn’t even put our rods to good use. Worst of all, she was giving me an earful for the rest of the day, telling me that I should keep on top of the outboard motor servicing. In Melbourne, we live near the water, so there are plenty of good places that can do the maintenance, but we just didn’t have the funds at that time. I hate it when she grills me like that. There was nothing I could do!