My Seeing Eye Wife
July 30, 2022
When I found three inches of water
on the basement floor
I decided not to tell the little woman.
My wife would just overreact as some women do.
I would handle it like a real man.
What happened next makes a funny anecdote.
by Henry Makow PhD
I would handle it like a real man, so I hired one, my friend John.
John is a professional handyman. He does plumbing, painting, roofing, you name it.
He came over with a pump and in no time the water was being transferred from the floor to a basement sink.
John left the pump and went to his next job.
After an hour, I went down to the basement and was amazed that the water had not gone down at all!
Where was the water coming from? Was the city flooding my basement? I called the city. A crew came out and assured me that the drainage was working properly.
At this point, my wife decided to investigate. She concluded that the water we were pumping down the sink drain was coming back up the floor drain.
She got a long garden hose and pumped the water outside, into our garden.
Thus, the basement floor was drained.
This was a blow to masculine hubris.
I concede stupidity in many practical matters, but I thought John was infallible.
Another example: Our landline wasn't working. The phone read "Line is in Use."
I asked my wife to email the phone company.
"I am tired of paying for a service I'm not getting," I told her.
Why don't you see if the phone downstairs is off the hook?
Need I say more? My wife is only half-Jewish so she is capable of fixing things.
Once, her mom's fridge broke down.
My wife researched the problem on YouTube, bought a new part and fixed the fridge.
Her practical smarts is why I call her my "seeing eye wife."
I also call her the "Swiss Army Knife" of wives. She does so many things.
A web professional, hardly a week goes by when she doesn't help me overcome a glitch with this site.
She also cuts my hair, mows the lawn and does the laundry.
I also call her "wife app" as she notifies me if my belt is twisted or I have crumbs on my shirt or my pants need washing.
This is what women do, make themselves indispensable.
I do all the shopping, cooking and cleaning up. I clean the house and take out the garbage.
Love is partly based on mutual dependence.
Now, I'm going to start the BBQ for the first time this summer.
"Don't blow yourself up," my wife quipped.
