In Feb. 5 IssueBy Wade Daffron, Columnist
There are times when Wifey is very insightful and introspective.
But there are also times when she is, well, how can I say this nicely…there are times when she is not exactly "correct."
The other evening, we were engrossed in our latest obsession of watching "The Office," on the beloved Netflix.
A new character was introduced, and I immediately recognized him.
"Hey," I said, "That's the guy from 'The Hangover.' "
Wifey squinted at the TV, and shook her head.
"No it's not," she said.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure it's him," I replied, "you know, the dentist, the one who loses a tooth."
"No, no, that's not him," she said.
I went on to explain that this character is part of the ensemble of actors who star in "The Office," and went a step further to prove my theory by saying he was also a musician who plays the banjo.
Then, much to my disbelief (and pure, unadulterated joy), this character mentioned something about playing the banjo-which made me jump up and do the "IN YO FACE!!!" dance.
"That's not him," Wifey said. "The person you are thinking of in 'The Hangover' had a more angular face."
"Why will you just not admit that person is who I say it is?" I asked.
"Because you are wrong," she said.
"Would you care to bet?" I asked.
"Sure," she said.
"OK, then," I chirped. "Twenty bucks says I'm right…which I am."
"Fine," Wifey said, folding her arms across her chest (which I took as a sign of defeat).
"By the way," I asked, "do you get paid this week?
Ice, ice, baby…
"Well, I'm gonna go pee," I said. (TRANSLATION: I need to go quickly "google" something to see if I'm right or not.)
A few minutes later, I re-entered the room.
"Did we say $20 or $40?" I asked Wifey.
"You didn't go look that up, did you?" she retorted. "Because we didn't actually bet on it. I mean, that's a really stupid thing to bet on."
"You just don't want to admit you're wrong," I argued.
"I'm not admitting it because I'm not wrong!" she said in a slightly-raised voice.
"OK, which is it?" I asked. "You're not wrong, or you're not admitting you're wrong?"
"I'm not answering that," she said, with her arms even more-tightly folded across her chest.
Even I know when to back off.
Wishing to sleep in a warm bed-hopefully not along-I shrugged and we went back to watching our show.
But my mind began drifting…
I was thinking, (and this is a fairly conservative amount), if Wifey paid me in full for every bet she has lost since we've been together, she would owe me roughly $14,611.
I also wondered why I didn't "enforce" the rules of betting or consider a "trade-out," (ahem…).
It's not always about money.
Sometimes it's about "agreeing to disagree," acknowledging (and appreciating) differences people may have, etc.
Besides, there are times when I really need my wife's help (hard for a guy to do), and I told her that.
"Honey," I said, "I do need your help sometimes."
"Really?" she said, excitedly.
"Sure!" I said, pulling her close.
"I need you to help me figure out how I'm going to spend that $20 you owe me."