When we got the recycling container and I asked about how many rechargeable batteries we were putting into the recycling container, my wife gave me that same look I have been getting for 39 years, and the question, "What do you mean, rechargeable?"
"Read the container cover," I said. "They don't take non-rechargeable batteries."
"So what am I supposed to do with the non-rechargeable batteries I brought with me?"
She did not like the answer, so now we have a bag of A, AA, AAA, and C batteries sitting on the dining room table. When I suggested that she put the non-rechargeable, non-recyclable batteries on the bed in the basement where she stores all the old clothes that should have been taken to Goodwill two years and haven't, I got that look again.
Somehow I just knew it would all end up being my fault again.
OMG. Expect for the fact that weve been married for 40 years, you perfectly described my wife. We both had a good laugh. Thanks!
“So what am I supposed to do with the non-rechargeable batteries I brought with me?”
Take them to the next Trump rally and pitch them at any KlAntifas that show up?
39 years and you still haven’t learned? I think you’re spoofing us! I love the story anyway. My husband and I have been married for 47 years and the drama never ends..It would be rare if we were both on the same page at the same time!
You throw them in the trash. Including the non-rechargeable lithium primary batteries.