It's Deja Vu All Over Again
"Honey," my wife said, giving me her sweetest smile. "I need you to fix the shower curtain in dad's bathroom." " Again?" I questioned. "Again," she confirmed. "But I just fixed it," I griped. "Well, fix it again," she countered. "It can't be broken," I insisted. "And yet it is," she insisted back. "Again?" I mumbled to myself, because I knew the only one in this room interested in hearing my complaints was me. I must have fixed that darn thing--what?--eight, nine, ten times? It seems I retired from a job I enjoyed just to spend that retirement fixing my father's shower curtain. It's not that it's hard to fix, because it's not, but that's not the problem. "The problem," I explained to my wife, "is that pop uses the curtain for support when he gets out of the shower. We have the same kind of rod in our shower, and how many times has it fallen? ZERO times....