I started out at Grandmamma's house, and it was a cold, cloudy, and rainy day. The thing is,
Paul and Marilyn (in-laws) lived there instead of my family. I think I had just purchased a new car stereo for Em's car, and had gotten it installed, and I was testing it out in the little parking area at the end of the sidewalk in front of the house. But it didn't look like Em's car. It was somewhat closer to my car, and I was messing around with it in the open hatchback/trunk area.
When I was done, I knew that Em and I had to go somewhere to meet up with a couple of friends, and the drive was an hour or two away (in Winchester?) I went inside, and I think I had to wake Em up out of bed, which I did. Our room was in the downstairs bedroom. Right after waking her up, Em's parents showed up and started talking to us. They were wanting to know where we were going. We told them, and Marilyn got all upset because she had assumed that we were going to be out drinking, when we were actually just going to a Pizza Hut. We tried to tell her that we weren't going to be drinking, and she wouldn't believe us. It was like she didn't hear us, and kept on about it anyway.
With her getting all riled up, it got me a bit flustered, and I think at one point I snapped back a bit at her. That just made her more upset, and it upset Paul a bit, too. He wasn't saying much, but I think after a particular snappy reply, he was saying something like, "hey, if you can't be nice to us, then you guys can't go anywhere." I thought that was ridiculous to try to keep us at home as punishment, because we were married and we could do whatever we wanted. I think the catch, though, was that we lived there with them.
Marilyn kept nagging us (mainly me) about drinking, and about my driving abilities in general. She was saying that it was too far of a drive to make, and I was thinking that she was nuts because I used to drive twice that far to come up to see Em before we got married. Eventually I think that Em and I got tired of it, and we were getting ready to go anyway. I had to go take a shower, so I went into the bathroom. The door to the bathroom was a bit like an old saloon door. It was only as big as from my nose to my knees, and it may have even had slats in it like shudders.
I was getting the shower ready, and Marilyn came over there and kept talking to me like a little kid that had done something wrong. Rather than really saying anything to her, I decided to just kept getting ready. When I had the shower running, she decided to reach in and over the door, and she started writing something on the white dry-erase board that was above the sink/toilet. She was basically putting something religious up there to try to convince me not to go. She figured that since she couldn't coerce me by her words not to go, she would "scare me with religion" instead. I don't remember what she wrote, but it was a small paragraph that was supposed to be a quote from the bible, but it somehow involved something about a chicken.
When she was done writing it, I took the marker, and there was a small picture (about the size of my fist) of a chicken on the wall by the door (on that little area between the door and the linen closet/cabinet area), and it was down about as far as my knees. I stooped down, and I drew a little speech bubble next to it, and wrote "Bawk!" inside of it. I was trying to be funny and make a joke to make Marilyn feel better, but avoid her whole premise of trying to keep us at home, and she laughed and left, acting like everything was now okay.
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