Well, Iz still tryin' to figurate these womenz so here's my latest question, which, as per usual, is about a friend of mine.
So his wife get two tickets to the Waterford Fair, whcih is one big danged fair they have every year in the quaint little villiage of Waterford, Va.
So my friend, who happens to have a bad right knee, consents to go and even suggests taking a small backpack in case his wife buys anything...
So they go off to the fair. There are hundreds of vendors but after stopping at just three of them my friends wife has lightened my friends wallet by $60 and added 14 pounds to the backback... Hmmmmm? Get my drift here??? 3 venders down, $60 down and 14 pounds of stuff in the back pack and 214 venders left to see! Hey, it don't take a Wes Ginny Slide Rule to tell ya that at this rate that by the time my friend gets to the 214th veder, he'll have about 15 grand racked up on the credit card and about 6,793 worth of stuff in the backpack!!!
So my firnd says somehting to that effect to his wife and his wife infomes him that he is a danged fair-pooper, 'er something like that.. But it mighta had some effect on my freind's wife 'cause she goes another 14 venders without another purchase... But through out the day the wallet gets lighter and lighter and the back pack heavier and heavier until, at last, the last vender: a vender who makes wooden kitchen stuff...
Well, by now, my friend is beat... It's been 4 1/2 hours of following his wife from one tent to the next, never complaining, with little money left to his name, one heavy danged back back and a knee that's achin' with every step...
Well, his wife buys a bunch of stuff there, too, which sghe says will be great for her daughters in law for Christmas...
Fine. Right? Well, no!!! My friend and his wife get about half way back the mile to their car and the wife asks "Why didn't you buy me one of them salad thong things for a Christmas present?"
Hmmmmm?
So my firnd asks his wife why she didn't tell him that she wanted one and the wife says "YOU should have known!!!"
Like what am I, a danged mind reader, 'er what? So I, I mean my friend, had to walk all the way back, 200 pounds of junk in the back back, knee clickin' and hurtin', to buy that salad thingie... All the while his wife followin' and sayin' "No, don't go back..."
Well, I'm not sure my friend actaully has a question 'er not. He sure has a sore back and knee and no money and had swored off going to anymore Waterford Fairs, fir sure...
But whadz with these womenz??? Heck, if they want somethin' why not just get it an' save the 200 pound backpack laden walk back for a danged salad thingie???