Under the Bus

The other day my wife, Mary and I were discussing the professional painter we had out to the house to give us an estimate on slapping some new color on the exterior. And somehow I got tossed under the bus.

Mary told me that the person who recommended him said “He’s not the best painter in the world, but he’ll get the job done.”

“What does that mean?” I asked.

“Well, it means he’ll not the best – but he’ll do a good job,” she responded.

“I don’t get that,” I shot back.

“Let me put it this way,” she returned, “You’re not the best radio announcer but you get the job done, right?

“Oh,” was all that I could say.

At first I wanted to be mad, then I wanted to pout, then I thought about it. Damn it, I hate it when she’s right.