My husband and I found ourselves with two hours of uninterrupted time while our son was taking a class this morning. We had somewhere to be before and after, and we were already dressed and out of the house, so we wandered over to a local coffee shop. As we were waiting for our orders, we listened to the piped-in music.
Husband: (grimacing as the song played) I hate stuff like this.
Me: But it's from the '80s! The Cutting Crew. "One for the Mockingbird." It's not like it's one of those New Millennium Bands With Whiny Lead Singers that you always complain about. And it isn't rap, so...?
Husband: (still grimacing) I would've flipped the station on this.
Me: Even back then?
Husband: Oh, yeah. Back then. And now.
Me: (shrugging) Whatever.
So, we talked some more and drank our coffees--my husband having ordered "a small black decaf" and I having ordered "a large mocha-caramel latte thing" (after making sure it was fully caffeinated and made with extra chocolate syrup and whipped cream). We finished and we still had an hour before we needed to grab our son.
My husband, clearly sick of defending his musical preferences, said, "I've got an antique shop I want to take you to. It's got this cool Colt and a really amazing unmarked Derringer." (These are weapons, by the way. Civil War era guns. Objects that never fails to excite my history-teaching spouse. I, by contrast, prefer to look at antique items like, oh...teapots and calligraphy sets.) "And," he added enthusiastically, "the music there is great."
I raised my eyebrows at this, but we went. And the Colt, the Derringer and even the Winchester (a rifle, but I always think of those boys on the show "Supernatural" :-) were to my husband's liking. The music, this moody 1950s stuff (not the fun, boppy songs I associate with beach movies; not Buddy Holly or Elvis), was most decidedly NOT to my liking.
Husband: What did you think?
Me: (wincing) About the guns?
Husband: (rolling his eyes) About the music.
Me: Oh. I would've flipped the station.
Yeah. Been married 15 years. It's good we have other things in common.
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