My girlfriend is a FIDGETIER.
I know it. She knows it. We accept it.
It is particularly annoying when you wish to cuddle and she lasts only a little while before the twitches start, usually in the legs or feet, and she has to move. I used to take it personally, but I’ve learned, she just HAS to move, she MUST move, or she’ll implode or something along that line. That would probably be messy. I have learned to accept and look beyond her fidgeting.
However, my sense of humor gets the best of me sometimes and I couldn’t help myself. I saw this little gadget on line somewhere, probably on Facebook, and I thought, that is PERFECT for her. I MUST get THAT. Now, to be fair, I’m a gadget freak, maybe a nerd would sound better? I love gadgets, do-dads, and dust collectors. I think that compensates for her fidgeting, don’t you think? Anyway, back to my story. I ordered this little item here:
I had to order it. It was so PERFECT for my girlfriend. I KNEW she could not POSSIBLY have one. She does not collect things. She does not have useless gadgets lying around (I do, and someday, that may be a bone of contention). She doesn’t have dust-collectors. She’s a minimalist. Why she likes me, I have to say it must be our scintillating conversations and my outrageous sense of humor…yeah, right.
Well, it took well over a month for this Fidget Box, also known as a Gadget Box, also known as a Stress Cube, to arrive from China. (Notice it reads FIDDET CUBE, figure THAT one out). Fortunately, I told her that ‘something’ was coming. I did NOT tell her WHAT.
Today she received the envelope that it came in. She said the oriental writing was so obscure she couldn’t have sent it back if she wanted to. I laughed. Then she told me when she opened it, it did not have instructions. I laughed so hard, I cried. She said she was looking for a USB port to plug it in. She flipped the switch, she pushed the buttons, she rolled the ball, flipped the dial, and as she is telling me all this I’m only laughing harder, and HARDER! I finally explained, it didn’t NEED instructions. It did EXACTLY what it was supposed to do. It made her fidget, it made her think, it had her concentrate on it as she tried to figure out WHAT it DID!
I haven’t laughed that hard in ages, and, fortunately, she got my humor in this case. She too joined in as she told me her trials and tribulations in trying to figure it out. It only made it funnier to me. Then I remembered that old joke, how to keep an idiot entertained:
My girlfriend is not an idiot, she is one of the most intelligent women I have ever met, but I did tell her the joke and we both laughed as it hit the funny bone in this whole story.
Meanwhile, it now sits in a place of honor on her desk, waiting for her to fidget with it, and, I hope, provide her with inane and random laughter as she thinks over this conversation and plays with it.
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