I really have to get Mitch out more. That in itself is a challenge, because Mitch is a man of routine. I mean serious routine. His day consists of, get up go to work, come home eat lunch, do whatever chores he does, like laundry or ironing, feed and walk the dogs, eat dinner and go to bed. He is also antisocial for the most part, a hermit, he is perfectly happy sequestered in the house never talking to another soul as long as he can. As a severe form of torture, I make him to go the grocery store with me on Saturday morning. I talk to everyone, store employees and total strangers alike, eliciting comments from Mitch like, “Is there anyone you don’t know or won’t talk to?” To which I just smile back at him with an evil look and say hello to someone else. To make matters worse, since I have taken him with me for so long, now the store employees now talk to him too. Even the former store manager would ask where my partner in crime was on the rare occasion he didn’t go with me.
Every time we go to the store I always ask him if there is anything he would like to eat for the week, and I always get the same response.
“No I’m good.”
Can you imagine how frustrating is to buy good food and a variety too, when I always get, “No I’m good.”? It makes me want to pull my hair out. I finally got him to admit he wanted Milky Way fun size candy bars to snack on during day and that only took three years. He treats himself like he doesn’t deserve anything special. You would think he had taken a vow of poverty. This morning at the grocery store there was a sale on Keebler/Kelloggs offering all of their cookies and crackers for sale at half price. I asked Mitch if he would like something different from what we normally buy since everything was on sale. He stood there staring at all of the choices with a blank look on his face. I picked up a couple of boxes of crackers that I wanted to try and looked back at him to see what he wanted. He just stood there.
I asked what was wrong and he said, “Back in the day there was only Saltines and if you wanted something exotic you bought Ritz and you were happy. There weren’t all of these choices then.”
To which I laughed out loud and said, “You also had toilets out back and not in the house, back in the day, but isn’t it much better today?”
That’s when he got indignant and said, “That’s a totally different genre, not the same at all.”
I just shook my head and looked at him waiting for him to choose something; he finally acquiesced and picked a box of flatbread crackers. This is one of the reasons I drink.
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A manly man for sure!
Oh absolutely!
Oh, such a difference from my ‘metrosexual’ man! He goes shopping alone, and rings ME to ask about new stuff. Which I usually veto! Mitch sounds a lot like Socks’ hubby, Bear – but he hates shopping because he’s a bit of a germophobe. Not very manly, that…
Oh Mitch is not like that at all. If he has to go shopping without me, he has a very concise list with name brands, etc. He would eat the same thing every day, steak and a baked potato, if I’d let him.
I eat the same thing for lunch every day at work. Been months, I’m not bored!
Me too when it comes to lunch, but for dinner I like variety.
I let himself have the dinner leftovers for his lunch, as he is a 2 minute walk home. And gets an hour 😦 But yeah, I think I’m more Mitch in this case. Last time I was in the US I got culture shock because of a whole aisle of M&M’s. Too much.
Yeah, he doesn’t take change very well.