"Cause I Speak of the Pompatus of Love

Recipe from Taste of Home

I had a customer yesterday that came in with a list that his wife gave him but it was unclear exactly what she needed so I asked him if he'd call her to verify.  He immediately got tense and started mumbling frantically.  It became clear he was scared to death of his wife!  He was a serious man, about 35 I'd say, Caucasian, bad shorts, a little conservative.  He seemed perfectly capable albeit a bit beaten down in confidence.  He said things like she made it super easy for me, she doesn't trust me, she wouldn't give me anything complicated.  Can't you just look again on your computer, I don't want to have to call her.  I said, I'm sorry is she at work or something?  No, he tells me she's home.  Okay, so what's the problem?  I became curious to know what makes a man frightened like this.
I halfway felt sorry for him but was also slightly irritated.  Where's your spine boy?!!  Don't take it lying down like that!  You're scared to call your own wife?!  I felt like Foghorn Leghorn coaching him on.

And don't you know he handed the phone to me when she picked up.  She was perfectly nice, but sighed a lot and I could tell he might take a tongue lashing when he gets home for botching it up and inconveniencing her.  What was the big deal?  I tried to give him a little pep talk in the two minutes it took to ring him up.  But also make him aware that this is not a good look for a grown man, or woman. 
After he left I thought to myself how lucky I am in some respects to have a kind, but strong, mutual partner.  Neither one of us takes much shit from the other at least.  We're far from perfect but if we ever were treated like that man, I can guarantee we'd walk away. 

So I'm riding home on my bike stopped at the intersection and I see this super huggy couple all intertwined like a pretzel on the corner.  He was giving it all, the constant reassuring stroking of the back, unnecessary kisses, the whole nine yards and then I notice he's carrying her purse too!  It wasn't a big purse and she didn't have any other bags.  Really?  Ewww! I snapped a picture.  Most people would probably say 'Awwww, that's so cute!' Not me, I wanted to throw up.  Right before the light changed I yelled 'Hey is that where she keeps your balls?!'.   Because you know, I'm 14. Actually, I didn't yell it but I thought it and looked to my right to try to share a smirk with the car next to me hoping he was catching this ridiculous PDA display but instead he was getting ready to gun it at the light to cut me off and turn left.  Like everyone else, he probably hates bikers. So the joke was on me.

The lesson here, don't make fun of people, ever. Even when they're ball-less candy asses.

Made a great Shrimp, Avocado and Corn salad with Black Rice.  A refreshing lighter meal for a 88 degree day like today.