Oh, I am so mad
at Sarah right now, I could scream. I have been gone all day,
working, driving, and thinking. I'm the one who has to get up before the sun;
and what has she done today anyway? A little watching TV, a little playing games
on the computer, maybe some sitting by the pool, soaking up the summer sun while
I gaze out longingly from my 15th floor office. I always shower at 11, she knows
that, so why did she go the bathroom at that same time?
So what if my dad has two showers in his apartment--that isn't the point. Sarah
always gets her way, and I just let it happen. I never say a word, I told her
to go ahead, just go, don't think about me. Use the shower, I'll just wait.
Didn't she hear the sarcasm in my voice? Didn't she know I didn’t mean
it, that I wanted her to give in, just once?
She shouldn't lost lose her temper, she shouldn’t have yelled at me. I
don't ask for much, do I? She acted immature. I guess I acted a bit irrationally,
too. After all, I could have come home a little earlier. I can wait a few extra
minutes; it won't kill me.
We've never yelled at each other before, at least not that badly. All over a
shower. Wow, that was kind of silly, not necessary, indeed.
Here she comes, finished. That wasn't a long shower at all. Should I apologize?
Oh, sissy, I'm sorry! It wasn't a big deal; I stay up late anyway. Truce?
Of course, I can never stay mad. Life is too short, love is too strong, to stay
mad over something as silly as a shower.