I Had It Coming

Friday, Apr. 25, 2008 - 12:33 a.m.

John cursed at me yesterday evening, and I had it coming.

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A new gadget arrived in the mail for me on Thursday afternoon.

It was a nifty, made-for-the-iPod-Shuffle set of external speakers. The Shuffle fits snugly between the speakers, and plugs right down in the center, on a little 3.5 standard plug end.

It has quite a bit of power, also; if it's plugged in to the wall, as opposed to running on its batteries, it charges the Shuffle when the speaker function is turned off.

All in all, a nice doodad.

The package it arrived in had a small cardboard rectangular place holder that was the size, shape, and exact color of an iPod Shuffle, so as it was removed from the outside box, the consumer would ooh and ahh and see how the thing fit so cutely into the slot.

I set up the device, which sounds really good -- and I kept that little Shuffley Cardboard Piece.

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John got home, saw the nice new toy, and later in the evening, after we had eaten most of dinner, and we programmed his iPod for his Friday workday, I did a bad thing.

A really bad thing.

I took his iPod Shuffle off of the dock, palmed it, and tossed the paper fake at him and yelled "CATCH!"

John, who had been sitting there innocently and sipping a brandy while eating his buttered vegetables, screamed like a little girl.

Then, while sitting in his recliner, he ran about a quarter of a mile. If he'd been standing outside, I would have lost sight of him in about four seconds.

Then I bent down between our chairs and retrieved the cardboard Shuffle and showed it to him.

John gave me That Look. The look that says he'd sell me to the Gypsies if he could only find a buyer, and wasn't it a shame the closet is too cluttered to hide a body.

And as he fixed That Look upon me, he uttered the only word that would escape from his heaving chest -- "Fucker."

Which of course made me laugh even harder.

Although it probably wasn't a laughing time.

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Anyway, I think he's saving my execution for something far more important than just startling him.

As of right now, I'm still alive.

Let's hope he doesn't change his mind after I've made Friday's lunch for him, huh?

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That's it. Have a nice Friday.

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