A Conversation I Never Thought I'd Have...

... But being married to Tonester for 10 years this week, I should have seen it coming.

"Okay, I'm going to lift the bike and you're going to jam the hooks into the wall."

"The wall?"

"Yes, stand on this." (a small step stool)

"Okay wait a sec. I thought you wanted to hang the bike from the ceiling."

"I do."

"Soooo... why am I jamming hooks into the wall?"

"Wall, ceiling, same thing."

"No, they're not. Totally different actually."

"Are you just going to give me a hard time or are you going to help me?"

"I'm here, aren't I?"

"Exactly." (Lifts bike over head)

"Okay wait. Do you honestly believe I can stand on a small footstool and reach the ceiling of the garage?!"

"Can't you?"

"Are you serious?? Dude. I'm 5 foot 3. Do the math."

"What if I put the footstool on a box?"

"What if I fall and jam a large metal hook in your eye?"

"Oh - so you're gonna be like that?"

"This was your idea, not mine."

"Fine. I'll grab a chair." (Comes back) "Here." (Lifts bike over head)

"Don't you think we should park the car in here first?"

"No, it will be in the way."

"The car or the bike?"

"The car."

"Well, isn't that a big problem? The car being in the bike's way -- in the garage?? Shouldn't we know if we've got the bike in the right spot relative to where the car goes? At least bring the car in, hold the bike up, mark the space and then move the car back out."

"Shut up and help me."

"Are there even studs there?"

"What?"

"Studs."

"I don't know."

"You mean to tell me that you plan on jamming large metal hooks into sheet rock, hang a 50 pound bike from the ceiling - right over our car - and expect it to not end in disaster?"

"Ummm.... yes?"

"Let me know how that works out for you. I'll be inside with the yellow pages looking up body shops."