Friday, June 26, 2009

I cannot tell a lie

Have I ever told you the story of how I tried to corrupt a Boy Scout?


Don't worry, this isn't a twisted tale of a thirtysomething woman and young boy. The young man in question isn't even a real Boy Scout. I didn't slip him alcoholic drinks or worse, non-organic corn syrup laden Capri-sun packets at a den meeting. He isn't even a boy. Okay, a boy technically, but not a young boy.

The "Boy Scout" I refer to is my husband. My works too hard, never tell a lie, crack of dawn daily exercising, one drinking sipping, scouts honor husband.

Every Friday I call him around 3 PM to try to coerce him to leave the office. Can't you leave early? I say. We're getting in the pool. I say. You put in a million hours already this week. I say.

And he slips into can't lie code mode. The one where he talks like other people in his office might hear him thinking about lying. This time it was "I'll be home in an hour. I just have one call to go over some things with Mr. Coffee."

"Mr. Coffee? Our friend who introduced you to your boss and pretty much invented taking conference calls in your underwear?" I say. "I am sure he wouldn't mind if you called him on your way home."

"Okay, well, I will see you at home in an hour." He replies in his cannot tell a lie voice.

Most of the time I can appreciate his upstanding personality. Who can grumble about a fit (hot) husband, who will always drive his tipsy wife home, and never ever ever fibs about anything? But the whole not skipping out on work early on a sunny summer Friday thing?



latisha said...

:) loved this.

Lisa said...

Fill up the car with pool noodles and kidnap him!

Linda Pressman said...

I also am married to a boy scout. Since he supports us by running our own store, I guess I'll just keep putting up with it... :)