Yesterday, Natalie asked me to wash the floor of the kitchen and the living room. The conversation went like this:
- The floor is dirty, it needs to be washed.
- You think so?
- Can't you see that it's dirty?
- No.
- Stop browsing and get off the couch and look at it, it's dirty I tell you.
- (still sitting on the couch) It looks clean to me.
- We have people coming over and it's dirty and it needs to be washed.
- But I thought you were really busy with school and your master degree?
- No, I would like you to wash it.
- ...
Now, you might envy the fact that I'm not working at the moment, but that would be forgetting Natalie's convoluted rational that I should do a bigger share of the house chores since I'm at home. Being skeptical by nature, I e-mailed a friend:
Hey,
Question: if your wife asked you to wash the floor, would you do it? I'm not sure the upside is worth avoiding the downside...
Pierre
His response took me by surprise:
Are you out of your mind? You better damn wash that floor (especially since you're not working currently and have the time). (Natalie must like my friends) Just do a crappy job so she doesn't ask you again-that way you can say that you did it, so you won't have to hear about that, and if she says you did a crappy job, you can just say - "Well, if you don't like how I do it, I won't anymore".
Armed with that wisdom, I made a Daniel-san out of myself and washed the floor. And please, if you come visit our house soon, no need to comment on how clean the floor is!

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On another note, I will be in Canada shortly. I plan to visit Toronto, Montreal, and Chicoutimi. To give back to my regular readers, I give you advance notice so that you can book some time on my calendar to have the privilege to spend time with me. See you soon!