Why Isn’t Your Face Working??
When you suddenly hear yourself saying: “Why isn’t your face working??”
To a husband who is just doing the dishes while I urgently need to unlock his iPhone because a set of highly questionable photos must be transferred to my phone at the speed of an international emergency.
Photos I should’ve quickly taken with my own phone, except mine was charging, so I had to use his phone instead and apparently I still cannot remember his passcode like a normal functioning adult.
Meanwhile, while he peacefully continued washing plates as if dishes somehow mattered more than my complete digital survival situation, I stood there aggressively waving his iPhone in front of his fluffy innocent face from front to back because what if Apple collectively decides to become emotionally unstable today and I never see my highly important low-budget brain-disturbing photos ever again.
But honestly:
“Why isn’t your face working?” really sounds like you’re married to some hyper-advanced supersonic turbo-powered cybernetic megadroid robot with more AI-processing power than humanity was ever supposed to possess.
Because those things actually LISTEN.
Unlike real-life spouses, who are usually completely useless nine out of ten times except when: there’s a mountain of dishes, a pickle jar starts behaving like a sealed Soviet submarine from 1963 or the trash bags have evolved into dangerous biologically hazardous household waste with political ambitions of their own and need to be replaced and thrown outside. (Into an actual trash bin though; Let’s stay classy.)
Have a nice day!
PS:
The photos involved are once again ending up in another completely ridiculous blog.
