When Jennifer got angry, there were no need for words: her face said it all.
This was one of those occasions. Jennifer opened the door to her and Benjamin’s apartment carrying over $150 worth of groceries from the store including all of the necessary ingredients for Chicken Tettrazini, Ben’s mother Anita’s favorite dish.
As Jennifer struggled to keep the groceries from spilling and walking into her house while simultaneously closing the door behind her, her face grew increasingly red as she discovered the chores that Benjamin did not do.
“Ben! I told you if you wanted your mother to come over tonight, you had to clean up the kitchen and do the dishes!”
Ben, was busy in another room adjusting his newest invention, the “StarLapper 6800”, shaped like a motorcycle, but the bike hovered on air rather than tires.
“BEN!!” Jennifer called as she dropped half of her groceries onto their kitchen floor.
Ben bolted to the kitchen from his workshop, hoping Jennifer would not notice his absence, and immediately began cleaning the kitchen as if he had been doing it the whole time she was gone, desperately hoping the redness in her face would subside.
“Ben, why is it always such a struggle with you? I understand you are working on your projects but I need your help to keep this place clean!”
Ben looked at Jennifer. She was no longer red and much of the anger had faded, he figured it was safe.
“I’m sorry, I just finished my greatest invention yet, I had no time for the dishes.”
“Oh great, what now?” Jennifer asked, recalling approximately 37 other ‘inventions’ Benjamin had created while avoiding some type of housework.
Hoping to change the subject, Benjamin quickly asked “How was your day dear?”
Jennifer shot him a sharp glance and silently began removing the ingredients from her shopping bags and collecting them on the counter.
Benjamin rolled up his sleeves, filled one of the two sink tubs with hot water and dish detergent until the suds covered the water, and began washing a plate, followed by a bowl, and finally the silverware until there was nothing to be called ‘dirty dishes’, all cleaned and drying lined up on a drying rack, slowly collecting the drops of water and drying, ready to be used for Benjamin and Jennifer’s upcoming dinner party.