Last week we were at dinner at some good friends' place. They live in an area where we've been looking for a new house to rent, so we stopped by and ended up staying for dinner. We had a great time, especially because we learned about The Suitcase.
Our friends have been married about 20 years, so they have A LOT of experience on being married! They keep all their luggage in their garage for when they travel, except for a single suitcase that resides in the master bedroom's closet. Apparently, every now and then- and always in turn!- one of the two gets so fed up with the other that starts packing to leave. We were incredulous!!
"What do you mean you pack to leave??"
"Well, either me or her get so pissed off with the other we decide we're going to leave. So while one packs, the other goes and bothers: "Did you remember the underwear?", "Have you packed enough socks?", and so on. We usually make up before the suitcase is closed!"
"Wait- don't you feel a bit silly every time you pull out the suitcase screaming "I'm leaving!", knowing you won't really?"
"Well, every time we really think it's going to be the last time we do it!"
And I thought we were weird because we always speak Italian, but we argue in English!
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