mis(?)communication

 

Forty-five minutes it had been since I first asked my husband to get ice cream from the store, and he was still in the kitchen. Our dinner guests were arriving shortly, and we didn’t have any dessert.

“Ice cream? Got it! What flavor?”

He had been trying to figure out what I was asking him to get.

Waneerah…”

“What?”

Wah-nee-rah.”

“What? Strawberry?”

“No! Waneerah!”

“Raspberry?”

“No!”

“Banana … chocolate … caramel … fudge …”

“No, no, no and no!”

Frustrated, I wrote down on a piece of paper.

“Vanilla!!”

He sprinted and was back in time with a tub of vanilla ice cream to welcome our guests.
You never know what kind of potential disasters you have to maneuver when you don’t speak the same language!!

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Third Rate Romance
“Tell us your funniest relationship disaster story.”

 

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8 Comments Add yours

  1. lifelessons says:

    Ha. Love this, Nelkumi!!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. 😀 We don’t either. So far it’s been mostly hilarious. I like it when I write down ‘milk’ and he brings ‘miele’. Which is honey.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. The Voice says:

    That was cute. Glad neither of you gave up.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. nelkumi says:

      Thanks for the visit and the comment.

      Like

  4. themofman says:

    Oh waneerah, of course!

    Liked by 1 person

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