Roy was soakin' in the tub one day...and bitchin'...aaahhhh.....talkin' with me about something.
The minute I walk out of the room he will say something to me and I have to go back in there. We hash it out and I walk away....he says something and I have to go back....it is a game.
So I asked him before I walked out, "Is there anything else you have to say to me before I leave? I will not be right in this area. I will be in the bedroom and I won't hear what you are bitchin' about."
"No, I have said all I have to say."
I walked out.
And of course he says something...he always does!! I want to just slap him!
So I go back..."What did you say?"
"I farted at you."
"So you are literally soakin' in your on juices."
"NO!!! I have total control over my gas/shit separator and I know that no shit was released."
Roll my eyes!!!
"Oh really! If I get Grissom to take a sample of your bathwater, I bet you money he will find that there is indeed fecal matter in that water that can be traced back to your DNA!"
He just grinned!!! He had to think about that one.
I walked out never to return!
Or at least until he hollers, "Hey Babe, can you bring me a Dr Pepper?"
Have a great weekend!!!