It wasn’t the first time and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. If I had a dollar for every time I made an ill-advised financial decision without discussing it with my wife, I’d have a fortune and we wouldn’t have to have these kinds of conversations. This time, as it often has been in the past, there was a particular motorcycle I had in my sights. Angela over-heard me talking about it on the phone with a friend earlier in the week and made me promise not to buy it. I promised but quickly found a technicality, I told her I wouldn’t buy a Honda Shadow Line but I didn’t promise her that I wouldn’t buy a Honda Fury. Either motorcycle would work fine and we’d been through this enough by now, I’m sure she expected that I’d find a way to get what I want. I loved the way it felt to ride, if Angela could appreciate that then we’d have a lot less problems. She’s always on my case about being selfish, she says that I think about myself more than I do about her but whatever, it’s not worth even considering. I work hard and pay the bills so I should be able to do what I want, I know I messed up and spent the family vacation fund on an ATVATV last year, but that ATV was a good investment and the whole family will be able to enjoy it for years to come. Plus I got the dealership maintenance package so I can ensure the family is able to ride it whenever they want, now does that sound selfish? It’s in fact, it’s like the total opposite of selfish but Angela doesn’t see it that way. If I were selfish, I wouldn’t have gotten the maintenance plan and also be willing to let the rest of the family ride it. I didn’t have to let them ride it at all but being the gracious, generous and selfless person that I am, I allowed it and still do until this very day.

I went to the Honda motorcycle dealership after I got off work, my wife called me and tried to get me to help get the kids to soccer practice but I told her I was too busy with work. I was so excited about getting my new Honda Fury, I was going to ride it to work the next day and show the young new secretary how mature, but somehow youthfully vibrant and sexy I was on my new ride. Maybe she’d want to take a ride with me, either way she’d see me walking in with my motorcycle helmet and be intrigued. I’d probably try to stay a little late at work and wait for her to walk to her car so I could start up my hog and ride past her with what’s left of my hair waiving in the wind. In the meantime though, I was going to have to deal with the wife because she would no doubt, hear the pipes of my sweet, new ride as I pull up in the driveway this evening.

 

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