Not quite a "We need to talk"...
...but my now-ex-wife used to call me at dinner time from work- since she was working the evening shift, this was generally around 9:15 pm or so. (She was an emergency room nurse at that point, before they realized that the patients were getting better simply in order to get away from her.) Generally speaking, not a big deal- I was perfectly happy to talk to her.

Except on Sunday nights, because "The X-Files" came on from 9:00 to 10:00.

Now, I could understand it if every time she called me I blew her off for the TV- but I only had two or three shows that I followed, so Sunday and Monday nights were the nights when I'd really rather not talk at that particular hour. And, being TV shows, they were very consistent in their schedule. And, of course, she knew damn well what that schedule was.

Result? Every friggin' Sunday night, at 9:15 pm, she would call and ask what I was doing. When I replied that I was watching "The X-Files" she would invariably be insulted that I wanted to watch TV instead of talk to her.

I could understand if this happened and I was rude to her and told her what a stupid cow she was that she couldn't remember when the show came on. It wouldn't have bothered me if it happened two or three times. But every weekend for two years? And getting pissy with me every damn time?

No, dearest, we don't need to talk. Not in the middle of the show I watch each week. Not so I can listen to you slurp and smack your lips and chew with your mouth open, every sound transmitted directly into my ear, instead of following a convoluted plot line.

In fact, now we don't need to talk, ever. Now you're my ex. And I'm quite glad of it.

Gah.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 24 Apr 2007, 16:17, Reply)