After the bathroom work was completed, the faucet that I broke was ancient history to me. It was long gone from my memory, as my mind was focused on other things, and my husband Marc knew it.
As Marc and I sat at our dining room table early one morning before work, drinking coffee, and typing away on our respective laptops, I received notification of a new e-mail. I clicked right over to the e-mail, curiosity getting the best of me. I was surprised to find the e-mail was from Marc.
From: Marc @ home
When you turn the water on and off in the shower, please do it slowly.
I turned away from my laptop and faced him. “Did you just e-mail me?” I asked.
“Yep.” He simply replied.
“About the faucet,” I asked. I was sure that the e-mail must’ve been from previous point in time, and was delayed in reaching me, and was not from that moment.
“Yep, I did,” he said with a smile.
“Why?” I asked. “Don’t you realize I’m sitting right next to you?”
“Yeah know,” he said with even a bigger grin, “but I figured, if I e-mail you you’ll read it, and maybe pay attention. If I just reminded you, you probably would pay me no mind, and just ignore me, and probably break the faucet again.”
I didn’t know what to say, because I knew he was right. If he did remind me, I so would not have listened. So rather than say anything, I did the logical thing. I e-mailed him back.
From: Hilary @ home
To: Marc @home
Would you like more coffee???
Do you and your significant other e-mail each another when you are both at home?