Allow Me to Clarify
Okay, a few of you told me you were confused on this the first go-round, and I just can't have you missing the comical extent of the situation, so I've clarified it in hopes it will make more sense...and less...(you'll see, keeping reading...)
Background info: Shaun bought me a fancy Gillette razor months ago that I would've never bought for myself, but he did because, well, we need to do our part in supporting our stocks, gosh darnit! That understood, the following conversation unfolded the other morning:
Shaun: Are you really cleaning your razor with Tilex?
Me: It has mold growing on it. Would you have me throw it away?
Shaun: No, but you need to be careful because that could really burn your face.
MANY seconds of blank staring at each other followed.
Shaun finally asks with slight irritation: What?
Hence, my husband perfectly illustrated the true definition of empathy.
(Well, it's either that, or he actually thinks I shave away my five o'clock shadow with the best of them...)
