Had to tell someone…
My 78 year old husband and I live in a good sized apartment…open living room, dining room and kitchen concept.
I had been putting away groceries and he was watching TV (duh).
But then I walked into my bedroom to do…whatever…not important… and I hear his voice calling, “Tina?”
I walked out into the living room and said, “Did you want something?”
“Oh. I knew you were putting away groceries but then it got real quiet.”
Him: “I wanted to know if you were dead…so I wouldn’t trip over you.”