The Foliage and I got in a fight recently. Because he sucks at science.
Here is the scenario:
The other morning the car radio started acting funny. And by "funny" I mean it wouldn't turn off, and we couldn't adjust the volume except to make it UNBEARABLY LOUD or just barely audible.
So in this situation:
Control = the volume, as judged by our fine-the-last-time-we-checked hearing
Variable 1 = the dashboard volume knob
Variable 2 = the steering wheel volume toggle
While I was testing Variable 1 (via SMALL turns of the knob, followed by pauses to assess the effect because it seemed like maybe there was a delay between using the knob/toggle and the volume changing) I notice this MFer's LAYING on Variable 2!
I'll give you a minute to process the egregiousness of this lifechoice of his. Are you all set with your rage? Because oh. There was some rage.
He did not get a minute while I processed it.
Ceej: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! I'M TESTING THE DASHBOARD KNOB!
The Foliage: Whoa, don't yell at me! The knob isn't working!
C: YOU CAN'T KNOW THAT BECAUSE YOU AREN'T TESTING IT PROPERLY
TF: YOU DON'T HAVE TO YELL JUST BECAUSE THE RADIO IS LOUD
C: I'M NOT YELLING BECAUSE OF THE RADIO I'M YELLING BECAUSE YOU ARE RIDICULOUS
TF: (Jaw-down perplexed face)
Then we arrived at the metro and I didn't even offer him a goodbye kiss so obviously was sure the train would derail on the way to work. Spoiler! It didn't. WHEW! But I did spend most of the day inordinately angry at him, aware of the fact that I was probably being unreasonable but for the LIFE of me could not figure out how.
I still don't think I was wrong. Lesson here is: don't fck with science, jerk.