Crossed Wires

Just a brief entry with regard to a conversation I had with my wife.

Rarely do ‘crossed wires’ make both parties laugh quite so much. To make something clear, my wife is Civilian Instructor at Air Cadets, teaching Rifle Safety and is a Range Officer.

Kelly-Ann: "Hi honey, I am thinking of going to the range tomorrow."

Me: "Oh, okay."

Kelly-Ann: "Do you still want to go?"

Me: "You know I do, but I got fed up of asking, so just gave up."

Kelly-Ann: "Well we can go this week if you like."

Me: "Really? Sure, just let me know when."

Fast forward one day and my wife calls me at work.

Kelly-Ann: "Do you want to go the range tonight?"

Me: "I can’t, you know I play football on a Tuesday."

Kelly-Ann: "What about tomorrow, Wednesday after work?"

Me: "You can’t you are out tomorrow."

(I will skip over the bit where I have to remind her of her plans are. This is highly unusual and only ever normally occurs in reverse.)

Kelly-Ann: "Okay, Thursday then."

At this point I am reeling with delight. Obviously my sulky "I am fed up with asking..." response has hit a nerve and my wife is doing everything in her power to please me.

Me: "Can I invite Neil along?" (Neil is a good friend and enjoys shooting too.)

Kelly-Ann: "What? Why would Neil be interested in coming to the range with us?"

Me: "Well, Neil likes..." I trail off and then remark "I think we have some very crossed wires..."

My wife was merely inviting me to go to shopping with her to a shop called The Range. How very disappointing.