Got back last night from a week-long trip to Colorado skiing. We drove.
I pack the car. I also unpack the car. Luggage, skis, boots, gear, etc. Skis and poles go in the roof box. This time so did the boots. She assists with the unload.
Her: Why did you put the boots in the roof box? They were in my boot bag.
Me: I pulled them out so I could flatten the boot bags. Easier to see out the back with the rear-view mirror.
H: They were in the bag though.
M: Yes. Yes they were:
H: I didn't want them up there.
M: What difference does it make? It's storage space for shit we don't need in the car. They were up there on the ride up too.
H: I wanted them in the bag. Especially on the ride up because I don't like putting on cold boots. You could have put the bag to the side.
M: The boots had all night to get to room temperature, so that's not a good reason. Tell you what, next time you can load the gear.
So she doesn't like my tone. And because she's irritated, instead of setting my skis down on the concrete driveway like they should, she decides to de-tune the edges by setting the tips down and sliding them across the driveway until she puts the tails down. I know her and she didn't do it on purpose out of spite - more likely she's frosted about the boot thing and not paying attention.
M: The fuck you do that for?
H: ????
M: I could hear the edges grinding on the driveway (someone may accurately point out that edges on the tips should be de-tuned anyway, but it shouldn't be with the driveway method, so that's not the point).
H: They're fine.
M: You'd have a conniption if I did that to your gear. Help me get the roof box off please.
The roof box is light, but bulky. Helps to have two people. I slide the front of the box off the rack towards her to grab. I have the back and am ready to lift.
M: Ready?
H: . . . . . . . . .
M: Ok?
H: . . . . . .
M: It's customary to have a verbal acknowledgment if you are asked if you are ready or not. Ready? Yes or no?
H. Maybe.