Yodel

If your significant other yells your name, and you know they are operating a heavy piece of machinery what do you do? 1) Stride like a gazelle to find out what's wrong, because you are curious, and somewhat caring, or just want a good laugh. 2) Yell back, see if you get a response, if not, run swiftly to see what is wrong. 3) Do nothing, continue to pontificate male pattern baldness. 4) Hope that a neighbour aids your significant other, and then brings you a box of Rogaine. 5) Hope the old bag is crumpled underneath a lawn tractor, and has sustained multiple contusions and a concussion. My first response is #1, but obviously, it wasn't my husbands "choice", he picked door #3. This response is from a guy who spent a few minutes with both thumbs stuck in a ladder on a construction job. He was half way up the ladder, his construction buddy was on the other side of the house. Everything was okay, because my neighbour came and got me out of my pickle. I was stuck halfway up a ramp, couldn't put it into gear, had run out of gas, and have a fear of flipping the tractor (okay, in retrospect, I may not have been in imminent danger, but that is not the point, I have a love hate relationship with my lawn tractor). My neighbour was the one who said "Don't worry, I am coming dear". It's not that I yell my husband's name very often, I don't ask for his help much at all, as I find he is benign and the equivalent to the human pillow. He did admit to hearing my yodel. "The tragedy of love is indifference" ~ Maugham.