There’s something that really gets on my nerves about my wonderful, patient husband. He ALWAYS lets people in front of us. Whether we’re driving, walking, in a line somewhere, or whatever, he ALWAYS lets them go first. I’ve deduced this to a fundamental flaw in his character, a rare kind of mutation for an American, of course. And so this afternoon we had a lunch date, and on the way back to his classroom from said lunch date, Keith let three people ahead of us in three different situations (two drivers, one pedestrian) all in a matter of 5 minutes. Not that we were in a hurry, but I was a little bothered at this, as usual , and expressed my irritation, also as usual. To which my husband slightly smugly remarked,
Keith: “The first shall be last and the last shall be first.”
Lisa: “Yeah, well, I think that one’s really annoying.”
Keith: “Okay, well when you go meet with Jesus, you be sure and tell him that you thought that one was really annoying down here.”
Lisa: [No comment, other than a proud giggle at my husband’s spunky retort.]
To his praise, might I also add that this is also how he husbands and fathers, with a “consider others before yourself” mentality. And if he were any less patient, I’m not sure he would be able to put up with the likes of me. So maybe I should stop complaining about the driving thing. Maybe.