Pluggers by Rick McKee for July 26, 2022

This entirely too true!

Only 15 minutes?

At least…..

But the plugger may need to allow time for a pit stop too.

“Don’t forget that show you’ve looked forward to seeing is on soon.”

“Yes, dear. Just resting my eyes.”

… and next thing you see, the show credits are rolling on the screen.

Some clocks move at different speeds than others ;-)

It will take right up until he gets involved in something.

She may be ready herself, but then before they leave, she turns off the fans and lights, fixes a drink for their to go cups, maybe a snack, checks the crockpot, put clothes from washer into dryer, then puts another load in washer, while he just sits there!!!

I usually take out a golf club and hit wiffle golf balls on my lawn. You’d be surprised at how much practice I get in during that “5 minutes”.

Naps are goooood………

Nobody mentions that it may take him that long to get out of that super-low, super soft arm chair. What were they (not) thinking?

He better be still ready when she’s ready.

I had one GF who would repeatedly say she was ready, I eventually learned to wait until she was at the front door with her purse and keys.

She is being disrespectful. Again.

And when a Plugger’s wife ready to go, she will find a problem with what he is wearing an make him go change.

I remember a Family Circle cartoon from many years ago in which the father is standing on the porch with his suitcase and the mother is racing through the house repacking the kids’ cases (removing toys and putting in clothes), feeding the dog, putting away the milk, etc. And the caption is the father asking what is taking her so long.

A wife/mother is not just getting herself ready, she is also getting the kids ready, feeding the pets, turning off the lights, taking clothes out of the washer and putting them in the dryer, etc. Then, when she, the kids, the pets, and house are finally ready to go, that is when the man of the house makes his trip to the bathroom, starts looking for his keys, asks what the address is, removes clutter from the car, etc. On the way, there is always the need to stop for gas because he didn’t bother filling the tank. Directions? Who needs a map or GPS? And, when you’re finally there, there are the inevitable jokes about how long it took ‘her’ to get ready.

Reminds me of when my Mom would start getting ready when they started the 2 minute warning on the football games we were watching. She could usually shower and get dressed during those two minutes and still be waiting in the car.

Amen, amen.

We have a 2-bath home for just us. But she gets the guest bathroom and 1/2 of the Master. And takes 2 hours to get ready… How does that work?

At least…..

In my house it was the reverse, as was most stuff. When I said I would be ready in 5 minutes. I was. My husband and daughter would take 15-20 minutes, at least. And they were NOT feeding the pets, or washing/folding clothes, or picking up stuff off the floor, etc. I was doing that while waiting for them to do whatever it was THEY were doing (reading in the bathroom, I think). Also, when I said I was ready, I really was ready. I had my keys in my hand, my money and driver’s license in my pocket (I had purses), WAZE up and ready to go with the directions and everything. I HATE being late. And they wondered why I liked going places on my own.

On normal days (which include during the pandemic) if we are going out for lunch and/or errands I am ready to go and waiting for him. I put my cell phone, pill case, and pen in my left front pocket and my wallet and keys in my right front pocket, put on shoes and grab a jacket if needed. While he keeps his pocket stuff in his pockets all the time (and then wonders why his jeans fall down and his back hurts as he puts in stuff to fill 4 pockets) and takes his keys off the fridge, I am sitting at the kitchen table waiting to go.

I also dress quicker than he does whether in modern clothes or 18th century reenacting clothing – though I will mention that he has to tie my apron for me when we are ready to leave, I can never tie tight enough behind me. I will be down in the kitchen packing whatever last minute things we are taking with us for reenacting (often bring our own lunch as we are limited what we can eat and what is being cooked over the fire is not always something we can eat) and HE is the one is the purse-like bag over his shoulder for all his stuff; my stuff fits in my pockets – which I will mention are much larger than modern pockets – basically 2 tear shaped bags tied around one’s waist and under one’s petticoat (skirt).