Last night, my sister called to have a discussion with me. My husband, who is a clever opinionated buttinsky, interrupted our conversation a few times to voice opinions contrary to my own indisputable beliefs. As you can understand, it was a vexing scenario.
Eventually, I challenged him with several successive questions. My sister was laughing as she observed, “He doesn’t lay on the couch under the quilt to watch TV; he hides there because it’s the only place that’s safe!” She sometimes refers to him as “that poor SOB”.
Another time, my oldest and dearest friend called me just before supper. I was rummaging through the fridge and decided on grilled cheese with leftover sauteed peppers and onions (an excellent sandwich). My husband provided critical analysis in the background. At one point I said to him, “Relax, we can discuss my deficiencies over dinner.” My friend remarked dryly, “It will be a short discussion.”