MY DAD WAS NEVER WITHOUT A LIGHTED CIGARETTE DANGLING FROM HIS MOUTH…
BUT HE WASN’T COMPLETELY STUPID…
I’m not standing there because I wanted to observe the fine art of re-fueling an empty gas tank…on some deserted road…God knows where…circa 1950.
His lit cigarette is in my left hand. Safety first! Oh. My.
Have a nice day…
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.”