“Want to have a smoothing this morning?” My husband Marc asked me.
“Yeah, that sounds good. We haven’t had one in forever. It will feel like summer,” I answered.
“That is exactly what I was thinking,” he replied as I started to grab an orange, cherries and a banana out of the fridge and prepare the fruit.
I leave for work before Marc, so I placed all the ingredients in the blender and turned it on. Nothing happened. I figured the blender needed to be reset, so I pressed the reset button. Nothing happened. I switched outlets, again, nothing happened.
“Crap,” I called out more to myself, but Marc heard me as he was headed to the downstairs shower, as ours was still undergoing construction and wasn’t functional.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“It’s busted.” I answered. “I can’t get it to go on!”
“Let me look,” he said, as he went about trying everything I already did. Moments later, he agreed with me that the blender was indeed broke.
“Guess we will have fruit and yogurt this morning,” I said as I started transferring the contents of the blender into bowls while chucking ice cubes into the sink.”
“Yep, looks that way,” Marc replied. “Can you call the company when you get to work? The blender is new, and it should be under warranty.”
Hours later, right before I was about to leave my office, I remembered I promised to call Breville about our blender. The woman who answered was extremely sweet and helpful. I told her all about what happened this morning, leaving no detail out.
“When was the last time you used the blender?” she asked.
“The summer,” I answered. “We only use the blender to make smoothies, and who wants a smoothie in the dead of winter?” I asked. And then, answering my own question, I continued, “Oh, I know who, my husband!”
She laughed, and then I continued telling her how Marc didn’t believe me that the blender was broken, and how he tested it for himself, naked, since I interrupted him on the way to the shower. I figured, I would try to make her laugh, and laugh she did.
“Wow, you have one dedicated husband,” she mused and chuckled. “Mine, wouldn’t have done that.”
“Yeah, but that is probably only because yours wouldn’t have wanted the smoothly as much as mine did!”