I like to think I'm a pretty capable man. This point became the subject of debate around the news desk recently. On my way to lunch last weekend one of the desk folk asked if I'd be willing to pick him up some food. No problem, but anytime I'm sent out of the house Action-Wife pins a note to my chest. It's a list detailing every item by size, quantity, and brand. We've developed that system after years of frustration. The criteria for a note is simple and even my children know the procedure. Is it more than one item? If it's more than one item, give Daddy a list.
I tried to explain this to my co-worker. When I got back to the station and the food was checked. I got a question of (not a direct quote), "Where are the fries?"
I laughed. We both laughed. I called Action-Wife. She laughed. Her laugh made me nervous and maybe a little scared. I'm sure it was from the years of frustration, but still it was a laugh.