How My Parents Fell For My Husband

by Amy Sohn

“Dad, please,” I said. But he went on.

“It’s just something Mom noticed. Did you know that when he thought no one was looking, he took her salad, removed all the vegetables and tossed them into the garbage?”

“It was his dinner!” I said. “He didn’t even ask her to make the salad, but she did anyway!”

“That’s not the point,” my dad said. “Do you think it’s a good idea to be involved with someone so narrow-minded? If you two get married, there will be a lot of decisions you’ll have to make together, and it will be hard when he shows such a total lack of permeability!”

I stormed downstairs. A few minutes later, I heard the Weed-wacker. My dad always weeds when he’s stressed. It helps him, but it doesn’t help the garden, since he has no idea what he’s doing.