These 54 years later, I still haven’t figured out the mind of a man – at least my man’s mind in particular.
This is the conversation we had:
Me: The oven is broken. I have to set it 50 degrees higher than I need it to get it to the right temperature.
Him: Obviously it’s the heating element.
Me: Yup, broken.
Him: I’ll look at it, it might just have dirt on it.
Me: Dirt on the heating element wouldn’t make it off by 50 degrees. If it did, everyone’s oven would be off by 50 degrees.
Him: There might even be a short. I’ll look at it.
Me: I don’t know what looking at it is going to do, you’re not an electrician.
Him: It could be anything, I’ll check.
Me: What do you have to check, the oven is broken and you don’t know how to fix it.
Him: Worst comes to worst, a repairman can.
Me: That would cost as much as a new oven. It’s old. It’s broken. It can’t be fixed.
Him: I think it can be fixed.
Me: I want a new stove.
Him: Why didn’t you just say so?
Apparently, he hasn’t figured out the female mind either.