Yet another of those popular follow-ups on our trip to China the summer of 2007.
Have you ever had a discussion about how to do things with your wife/girlfriend? A discussion where you knew that no matter what you said it would be futile?
I am talking about discussions where you know you’re right, because you’ve been in the situation before and know the only outcome. Sure you have, and the situation has been the other way around too (though I hate to admit it).
When I encounter these “doomed-to-go-wrong-situations” I usually just shake my head, smile and let her make her own experience herself. Afterwards I’m as always ready (of course) to let an “I told you so” hang in the air.
I had one of these discussions when we packed our stuff to go to China, and one when we packed to the trip home. C thought the weight limit for luggage in the airport was recommended, while I knew that it could give us trouble. Since I had full control of the situation when we left Denmark, I’ll fast-forward to the trip home.
The last day before leaving C and her mother grabbed all luggage and headed to another room to start packing. I got the feeling that I was unwanted for this process when I popped in and C said: “Go away. We don’t need your help”. Yup – thats right – I may be a psychic.
Still I found a few seconds to remind her that we’d have to pay an extra bill if the suitcases was heavier than 22 kg. C shook her head in disbelief and said: “Ok”, which in wife language means ‘You annoy me and I don’t listen anyway’. So I decided to shut up and leave the room and hope for the best. Discussing it was obviously one of those loose-loose situations anyway.
What had to happen, happened. At the airport the luggage was found 2½kg too heavy, and while C seemed extremely surprised to hear it from an official source, I grabbed my trusty camera and captured the situation. Much to C’s annoyance of course, but worth it. What’s better than pictures to remember your “I-told-you-so-moments”?
C fixed the problem by loading a serious amount of dried Jujube into my already heavy laptop case. She also managed to cram extra stuff into my hand luggage. Problem solved – husband weighed down as punishment. Only thing she couldn’t save was…. fanfare….. a can of spam (can be seen on the picture above). Apparently Danish spam can’t measure up to the Chinese version when it comes to hotpot. It will be missed….
Somehow spam is now something we don’t talk about anymore.