The Buckets by Greg Cravens for July 03, 2016
Transcript:
I think it's time you taught Toby to cook out. That's not how it works. One day Toby will ask, or I will feel it's time to teach. Yeah, mom. That's the only way it works. Oh, nonsense! I, the mom, hereby declare today to be the day my husband teaches our son to cook on the grill! You see ma'am one day your son will ask, or your husband will feel it's time to teach...
Years ago, my husband decided it was time to teach me to use his new grill. I was not interested—heck, he took over so much of the cooking when we got that thing, why would I interfere with that? But he insisted: “Okay, you do this and this and then this.” Nothing. He’d forgotten to say that last step. Button? What button? Oh okay, pushed it—and got a fireball in my face that gave me a unique new style. And let me tell you, burning hair STINKS. Nope, thanks, dear, that’s your toy, you use it. I’m done. Thirty years and I haven’t used it since.