He Said, She Said

She: What is all this stuff on the table? There's no room for anything.

He: I just got here two minutes ago. I was walking the dogs, and now I'm putting away the groceries. (Leaves the grocery bags, starts removing things from the table.)

She: I want to set up the laptop. Can you hook up the cords? No, not that plug, this other one.

He: (putting down pile of stuff, plugging in the plug) Okay.

She: Would you make me a little plate of snacks?

He: (looks daggers at her shoulder blades)
You want me to make a plate of snacks? Before I start dinner?

She: Yes, I'd like a little plate of snacks, oysters, crackers, cheese, with my glass of wine after a hard day at the office.

He: And you want me to make them...why?

She: Because you're the wife, and I've just gotten home from a hard day at the office.

He: But I've been taking Women's Studies, and we need to address how unfair things are around here. You have no idea what I do around here all day.

She: Well, I wish I could hang around the house all day, drinking coffee and watching Oprah. But Someone's got to pay the bills.

He: You're Out in the World, having intelligent conversations with other adults. I'm here with fur creatures that only bark and poo. I have no mental stimulation at all. You don't value what I do because it doesnt earn money. I feel demeaned. But here are your snacks, and welcome home after a hard day at the office.

She: Thanks. Is supper started yet?

[This is a (slightly) exaggerated  report of a conversation I overheard. We were all laughing our heads off. But I harked back to my married days, when I was the one at home, with no life or status whatsoever, other than To Serve. Those days weren't funny.]