Whatchoo mean, "Irreconcilable differences?"

As part of my inauguration to this blog, I was requested to tell a story about the old World of Warcraft funeral incident that I blogged about a few years ago. While that story does fit the theme of this blog, it doesn’t have anything to do with me, and it’s been written about elsewhere, including here. So, instead, I’ll rehash an old but true story that my uncle told me about one of his many off-kilter acquaintances.

It’ll be more personal, and yet I don’t have to exert much effort. Everybody wins.

My uncle’s friend, Joe*, needs to haul animals around from time to time. Handyman that he is, Joe builds himself a new trailer to handle the job. A nice one. The day he finally finishes it, his wife comes out to the drive to see the finished product. He shows her how he put it together and proudly points at the finish inside that ought to handle the abuse that its cargo might inflict upon it. She steps into the trailer to see, and Joe, ever the prankster, closes the door behind her and latches it. She yells at him to open the door, and he pretends he can't understand what she's saying. Joe says he likely would've let her out after a minute, but she starts yelling out the little openings in the side and cussing and swearing that "If you dont open this _______ _______ door this instant you____________, I'll _____________________!!!..." etc, etc.

So rather than let her out, Joe decides to take full advantage of the opportunity and backs his truck up to the trailer, hitches it up, and goes out for a test drive around town. "I'm sure that made things all better," my uncle tells him. Joe admits it might not have been so bad until he pulled up in front of a house where some friends of theirs lived, honked the horn until they came out on the porch, and then pointed to the back to say, "look what I got!" All while she shrieked and cussed at him the whole way.

My uncle told him he'd have been scared to let her out of there. Joe said he was, too. So he didn't. He drove home, unhitched the trailer from the truck, and went into town to let her cool off. Then he called the neighbor's house and asked if they'd do him a favor and go next door and let his wife out of the trailer.

My uncle's only response to the end of the story: "I can't understand why she left you, Joe."

Indeed.

*Nah. Not his real name.