Cosmic blow-outs

Scott and I pride ourselves on our unique relationship. We feel it a blessing that we rarely ever, and I mean hardly ever, fight! But of course, no one is perfect and therefore on occasion, and again it is rare, we can get into a tiff or two.
Yesterday just happened to be one of these days. I had a full evening planned and was just getting home from work when Scott called me on his way home and asked if I would take him over to Spencer's. Spencer had asked Scott if he could borrow our ladder and since they had plans to drive to Draper together for a dinner meeting, he thought he would be nice and deliver the ladder before they left. I had need of the truck for some errands I had to run and so Scott asked if I would drop him off at Spencer's, along with the ladder(since the truck was needed to get the ladder to Spencer's) and then I would take the truck for myself.
Since Scott was fully aware of my plans and time limit for the night, I felt that this request was a little too much. Unfortunately I handled the situation wrong, and from there everything back fires. I won't get into the even longer story, but for whatever reason, whenever we get into a heated argument and feelings linger for over thirty minutes or so, something disastrous happens. It's like the cosmos feel the unusual disarray and a cosmic reaction occurs!

The cosmic reaction:(we've left the house in the truck together and we're not talking) Suddenly, the ladder is lifted from the back of the truck and slides out into oncoming traffic.

Scott; "Holy $%&8!"

Me; " " (nothing) I mean come on! We're still fighting!

Scott recklessly pulls into someone's driveway and turns around heading the other direction to retrieve the, hopefully still intact, ladder. As we head toward the ladder, cars are running all over it. Ok, it was just one car, but it was a good run over.

After we finally retrieve the ladder and it's securely in place in the back of the truck we silently head off toward Spencer's again.

Rewind 6 1/2 years: Scott and I are living in Holladay. We decide it's about time we return the twin mattress that Scott's parents let us borrow. We load the mattress and box springs into the back of our then purple Tacoma!

Tiff, Tiff, we start to fight (can't remember the details) and we're off again, silent, heading toward the freeway. We're getting on the on ramp when all of a sudden the mattress catches wind and sails out and lands in the middle of the freeway! We watch in horror as multiple cars drive right over the top shredding and mutilating the just minutes ago, almost new, twin bed!


Forward 5 1/2 years: We are on our way home from camping. Everything has been shoved into the back of our truck. We're exhausted, we've had a very long weekend, and we are in the middle of a pretty good fight. BAM!!! du dun du dun du dun. The tire blows on the truck and were going 75 mph. Scott is frantically trying to gain control. We finally pull over and survey the damage. It's pretty bad, and we realize we're pretty lucky we didn't roll.


Rewind 3 years: We're in our Apt. in Holladay again. We have a free Friday night, it's summer, and we decide to walk to the store to grab some drumbsticks. As we are leaving I snidely say, "do you have your keys and your wallet?."

Scott; "Why do you ask that all the time! I ALWAYS HAVE MY KEYS AND I ALWAYS HAVE MY WALLET."

the door is locked, and we are on our way. Five steps later Scott stops and informs me that he doesn't have his keys. GREAT!

long story short, we finally get back into our apartment 4 hours later!

I guess there's a reason we choose not to fight as much as most couples. We are trying to survive, trying to make it through the day, having a uniquely "non-fighting" relationship will in the end truly be what allows us to live as long as we do!