I could also title this post, "This is why I love my husband."
Last weekend, we took a trip to Nashville to visit Jon's sister Julia. While standing in line at a coffee house to get breakfast, Julia and the woman in front of her, we'll call her Crazy Eyes, began snipping at each other after the woman stepped on Julia's foot and failed to apologize. The woman's husband, we'll call him Beef Head, got involved. Jon stepped in and told everyone to let it go. Nobody did.
While this was happening, I kept an eye on the drama while entertaining Gavin - who had no interest in the altercation of escalating volume unfolding before us, determined as he was to access a bag of bagels stashed behind the pastry counter.
At one point, Beef Head turned to Jon and snarled, "Let's settle this outside."
As he lumbered toward the door, Jon rolled his eyes and called after him, "Go ahead. Have fun getting cold."
Beef Head stalked back inside a moment later, looking about ready to snort fire. He tried to engage Jon outside again, unsuccessfully. Eventually we just left, since nothing was getting resolved. (Beef Head did not follow us out.)
Later, at dinner, we went over the chain of events. "Step outside, who even says that anymore?" Jon shook his head. "What, are we gonna set up an official duel? Did you bring your pistols? Step outside. Whatever."
Jon. If I haven't made this clear, thank you for not getting into a fistfight outside a Nashville coffee shop. I'm really glad we won't have that particular story to add to our family memories. I love you.
Last weekend, we took a trip to Nashville to visit Jon's sister Julia. While standing in line at a coffee house to get breakfast, Julia and the woman in front of her, we'll call her Crazy Eyes, began snipping at each other after the woman stepped on Julia's foot and failed to apologize. The woman's husband, we'll call him Beef Head, got involved. Jon stepped in and told everyone to let it go. Nobody did.
While this was happening, I kept an eye on the drama while entertaining Gavin - who had no interest in the altercation of escalating volume unfolding before us, determined as he was to access a bag of bagels stashed behind the pastry counter.
At one point, Beef Head turned to Jon and snarled, "Let's settle this outside."
As he lumbered toward the door, Jon rolled his eyes and called after him, "Go ahead. Have fun getting cold."
Beef Head stalked back inside a moment later, looking about ready to snort fire. He tried to engage Jon outside again, unsuccessfully. Eventually we just left, since nothing was getting resolved. (Beef Head did not follow us out.)
Later, at dinner, we went over the chain of events. "Step outside, who even says that anymore?" Jon shook his head. "What, are we gonna set up an official duel? Did you bring your pistols? Step outside. Whatever."
Jon. If I haven't made this clear, thank you for not getting into a fistfight outside a Nashville coffee shop. I'm really glad we won't have that particular story to add to our family memories. I love you.
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