Analyzing A Sigh

My wife and I just got in a mini-fight because of a sigh. Yes, a sigh.

The wife gets home from work, we’re in the kitchen, I pour a cup of coffee, and as I do it, I sigh. Before she got home, I had been working on a chess problem, I’ve been working on it on and off for a day now, and I just can’t figure it out. I’m in the kitchen, I’m thinking about the problem, and I sigh. The wife says, what’s wrong? Why did you sigh?  Why did I sigh?  I just sighed. Well, she says. You must’ve sighed for a reason. Why are you picking apart my sigh? I just sighed, I needed to sigh. What’s wrong?  She says. Jesus. Nothing’s wrong. I was thinking about a chess problem that I can’t figure out. So I sighed. That’s it. God you’re neurotic, she says. Neurotic?  I’m neurotic? You’re neurotic.

You’re analyzing a fucking sigh!!!

From my heart to yours,

Clint Curtis. Bartender.


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