Just now, my husband called me. My initial reaction was less than charitable, “What does he want now?” I am trying to get laundry done, household bills paid, and the bed changed before I break free for the day.
He never begins a conversation with, “Hello”. He cuts to chase. “I’ve got a hummingbird in the shop and he can’t find his way out; I can’t catch him either.” We talked about the best method of catch-and-release for a hummingbird. Another reason I don’t succumb to those homicidal urges I am infrequently afflicted by.