On Sunday morning, it was quiet.
The drapes let in lovely light that made the living room look like gold. John and Linda were having a rare, calm morning together without work, housework, or other people getting in the way.
Linda, who was curled up on the couch with a cup of coffee, looked at her husband and said, “Honey, could you please bring me the paper?”
John, who was adept with computers and liked to stay up to date, shook his head and laughed a little. “Paper? Are you serious? Linda, are you still stuck in the past? The way technology works has changed. Who reads paper anymore? Take my iPad. It has everything, like “news, weather, stocks, and even your horoscope.”
He gave her his new iPad, which was just a month old, and looked like he thought he had made her life better.
Linda accepted the iPad without saying a word. A second later, THWACK! The room was filled with a loud, sharp snap. John swiftly turned around and stopped in shock.
Linda stood there quietly, clutching the iPad like a club and slowly moving it away from the wall. There were pieces of a very unhappy insect all over the screen, and it was broken. It perished amid a mix of broken glass and guts.
John stared with wide eyes, unable to understand what he was witnessing. He added, “My… my iPad…” in a low voice, and then his voice broke.
He then dropped to the ground, unconscious, like in a sad opera scene that unfolds slowly.
While she’s making eggs, her husband runs into the kitchen...
He sees the eggs right away and is scared. “Watch out!” Be careful! Add additional butter! “Oh my God!”
The woman is astonished by how her husband reacts and rushes to the fridge to get some butter.
“You’re doing too many things at once.” TOO MUCH! Get them to turn! “NOW TURN THEM!”
She forgets about the butter and goes to the eggs because she is anxious about how her husband is doing mentally.
“We need butter!” Are you crazy?
Where is the butter? They will stay! “GET GOING!”
The wife runs to the fri-
“Be careful with the eggs!” Watch out. You never pay attention to what I say when you’re cooking! Not a chance! Turn them fast! But not that fast. “Don’t you know how to make food?” “Turn the eggs, damn it!” Are you crazy?
She cries because she doesn’t know what to do.
“What’s wrong with you?” She says. I know how to create eggs.
The spouse just grins and says, “I just wanted to show you how it feels to drive with you,” and then he goes.