Feb 15, 2009

Inherit the Breeze

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for your time and attention today. Over the next few minutes we will be discussing a topic of grave importance, one that affects not just the parties involved in the incident I am about to describe, but all of mankind. What you are about to observe is not just the retelling of single garish episode of manipulation. Rather, it is but a window into the world of exploit that is the dark underbelly of married life. The mistreatment of married men by their wives, especially the pregnant variety, has gone on long enough.

My client, me, has risked everything to bring this case before you today. No government, no police force in the world can protect him from the blowback that will certainly arise from nothing more than his appearance before you today. My client's bravery, determination and outright selflessness are to be commended. No. Revered. Today my client risks everything for the mere chance at a better humanity.

What you are about to hear may be disturbing, but please listen closely.

The following diagram (Exhibit A) shows the general set up of the second floor of my client's home. Please note the location of the bed and TV in the bedroom, the desk in the office and the stairs that lead to the first floor.

On the night in question, my client's wife, "Hoolie," was in the bedroom watching TV shows about parents with way too many kids, people with mysterious, unsolved illnesses or some other reality rubbish about births, deaths or autopsies. Meanwhile my client was at the computer doing work of great importance to the family, like managing finances or something, not say, reading sports pages, updating his Facebook status, or browsing YouTube videos of people hurting themselves. This diagram (Exhibit B) shows the location of Hoolie in red and my client in green.

At approximately 9:35 PM, Hoolie left the bed and made her way to the office (Exhibit C). She proceeded to call to my client, "Hey. Come here."

Before my client could even respond, Hoolie returned to her original position in the bed (Exhibit D).

My client, being the devoted husband that he is, left his location in the office and proceeded to make his way to the bedroom (Exhibit E). He then climbed into the bed and snuggled up to Hoolie in an affectionate manner, fully expecting that she was in need of some alone time with her hubby (we can all agree that he is quite the specimen) or, at least, that there was something obscenely gross to be witnessed on TV. Surely there must have been some reason to drag my client from his work in the office to join Hoolie in the bed.

And there was a reason, my friends. There was.

For it was at this moment that Hoolie leaned in close to my client and whispered into his ear, "Go downstairs and get me a soft pretzel."

That's right folks. My client was called to bed to take a food order. Had my client's wife not just made the trip nearly halfway to the downstairs kitchen herself? Yes. And, if she didn't want to carry out the task herself, could she not have simply made her request while my client was sitting a few feet from the stairs rather than calling him back to bed (and further leading him on) to place her order? Yes.

And did my client refuse? No! My client, being the selfless marital supporter that he is, then fulfilled Hoolie's request by proceeding downstairs to carry out her order for one, mildly tasty, microwaveable soft pretzel (Exhibit F).

But it doesn't end here, ladies and gentlemen. Upon return with the requested soft pretzel, the following conversation took place:

"Here's your pretzel."
"You're welcome."
"You didn't put any mustard on it."
"You didn't ask for mustard on it."
"But you know I like mustard on my soft pretzels."
"But you didn't ask for mustard on it."
"But you KNOW I like mustard on my soft pretzels."
"I'm sorry."
"It's fine. I guess I'll just eat it like this."

There you have it. Undeniable proof that women are crazy and men are their unwitting pawns stuck in a game of psychological mistreatment and manipulation in which they have no real chance of satisfying the whims of their oppressors.

And for these reasons, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I ask that you award my client damages in the form of the March Madness package on DIRECTV and one PlayStation 3 game or Blu-ray Disc movie of his choosing.

Thank you for your time and consideration.


Hoolie said...

In my defense, my feet were cold.

Ward and June said...

Do you think we could see some results if we organized into a Class Action?

James said...

We all know our chances of seeing some results are slim to none, but I'll welcome the company.

Jim said...


Anonymous said...

Sh!7 rolls down hill. Julie makes you get her a pretzel, then you make Jameson draw pictures for your blog.


Charity Donovan said...

Ummmmm....well...nothing...I have no comment...but I'm laughing my ass off right now!!!

Rbelong2us said...

James - For you kindness and patients you will receive your reward in Heaven*

*BTW - Heaven not only has the FULL Direct TV March Madness package, and the NFL Season Pass, but also a complete library of PlayStation 3 games and every HD-DVD movie ever made (yep, all twelve of them)!!! I know what you’re thinking, but to be fair, NO ONE could have called that last video format war! Also, it’s common knowledge that Sonny made huge deal with the devil on that one, so they kind of got the hook up in hell.

Anonymous said...

You say selfless marital supporter

I say whipped


Trike said...

"I don't know if you've been around a pregnant woman before, but oh my god. They make non-pregnant women seem reasonable." -- Greg Giraldo


Anonymous said...

This entry might be one of the funniest things I have ever read. I do this kind of stuff all the time to my husband - so just know that you are not alone.


WoodHugger said...

LOL! I've actually witnessed this type of behavior from Hoolie! But, just to put it in perspective, when the female robin is hungry, the male robin has to fly across the neighborhood, walk in the hot sun for 10 minutes staring at the ground listening for a particular sound, then yank a slimy worm out of the yard with his mouth, all while dodging hungry cats 10 times his size.