We always hear that women live longer than men, and I think I've figured out why...Dealing with women is taking years off of my life. For example, consider this conversation with my wife today:
M: "Hey honey, what stores have sales on soda today?"
H: "Didn't you already get soda?"
M: "No. I'm going to stop on my way home. Where should I go?"
H: "I'll just have my mom go."
M: "No, I'll stop. Are they on sale at Clemens?"
H: "You should just stop at Wawa."
M: "I don't want to stop at Wawa. I need to go to the store. Which one has soda on sale?"
H: "I'll just have my mom stop by."
M: "Why won't you just tell me which store has soda?"
H: "I'll take care of it."
M: "Hello, which store has soda on sale???"
H: "You should have stopped at Wawa on your way home."
M: "Okay, but I didn't stop at Wawa, so please tell me which store has soda on sale!"
H: "My mom can do it."
M: "Is this a State Secret? Am I not allowed to know?"
H: "I thought you already had the soda."
M: "Heather, I need to stop at the store. I have to pick up other things for work. Which store has soda on sale...For the love of God!"
H: "Clemens."
I personally think that conversation took a month off my life.
My blood pressure spikes during every conversation like that, and they happen at least once a week. I know I'm not the only man that feels that way. And that, ladies and gents, is why men die sooner.
(To my wife's credit, she stays at home all day with the kids and raises them, and that can be difficult, and I think by the end of the day she's exhausted, but still...would it have killed her to just tell me the name of the store when I asked her?)
It surprises me that men do not live longer as I have noticed the older men get, the more laidback they become. Unfortunately, it seems that women get nastier with age. I don't know why that is but my worst fear is to turn into a bitter old woman.
By the way, men do the same thing that Heather did. It drives me to insanity when someone answers a question with a question. It's as if they are trying to start an argument with you. And when you finally break and get nasty, they become indignant and ask, "Why are you cranky?"