Banana Flambeau!

It's not even a personality clash, it's just constant bumping into each other, having to stop mid-stride to let the other person by, both needing to get in the fridge at the same time, that sort of thing.

When I'm in the kitchen, I'm moving, and anything in my path better get out of the way, because I'm pretty focused on what I'm doing, and I don't have time to say, "Excuse me, pardon me, could you please allow me to get the pepper, please?"

There was a story in the news a couple of years ago about a guy charged with murder. He'd stabbed someone in the kitchen, and his story was that he'd had a knife in his hand, turned around quickly, and the other person was right on his heels and caught the knife.

Everyone at work was laughing and saying, "Yeah, likely story..." except for me, because I've nearly done exactly that twice; once to my brother and once to my wife.
My wife's not within knife throwing accidents when I'm in the kitchen. Lol

Russ
 
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