If there is one thing you should never do or at least should avoid doing, it is sending a man on home errands e.g. to buy food or anything for the kitchen—that is if you need it urgently. You will wait for what feels like eternity until you wish you had done it yourself. When he finally comes home, he will have an excuse ready for your ears.
I do not know what it is with men but most of them easily get derailed when on a drive to buy something from the grocery store. Perhaps it is too boring or they feel it is not that important so they keep their partner/sister/friend waiting at home only to show up much later—empty handed. Yes, he forgot what he had gone out to buy in the first place. Like seriously? It beats my understanding too. Can someone out there help explain this to me? What happens when you (men) leave the house? You forget?
Now here is a true story:
One day, I was at home and so hungry. There was no food in the house as I had not done shopping yet. I checked my purse and found I had no money so I called my boyfriend who told me not to worry and that he would be coming over in a few with food. Relieved to hear this, I replied “ok, thanks” and hang up. Then I waited… 30 minutes…. 50 minutes … an hour… two hours. I dozed off. When I later woke up to go pee, I was so light-headed and weak that I fell as I got into the bathroom and almost hit my head on the toilet seat but luckily I broke my fall and hit my mouth instead. I blacked out.
When I came to after what felt like a minute (to this day, I am not sure for how long I had passed out), my lip was bleeding and I had cracked a bit of my tooth. Gosh! How I hate falling! Actually, the right words are – I FEAR FALLING! Oh well, it could have been worse, right? I thank God it wasn’t.
I looked at the time and it was now six hours later. Rung my boyfriend again to find out if he was coming at all and this was his excuse, “Oh babe, I got caught up with the boys but I will be home soon.” I wanted to scream, “WHAT THE F—” but calmed myself. I was too weak anyway. When I told him what had happened, he “woke” up to the seriousness of my hunger and said, “I am on my way now!” Wow! It took an accident to get him to finally bring me food. Had I had money on me at home, I would have gone for the food myself. Banks had already closed and this was the time before mobile money/Mpesa had kicked in. Sigh.
There are so many examples and stories I can share but I will stop at this one and the floor is yours.
Not all men are like this though. The few who take our errands seriously, we (ladies) applaud you. As for those who make us wait a lifetime before delivering the food to cook or the baby syrup or the detergent for the laundry, come on! It matters to us so tell the boys to wait a bit, quickly dash for the stuff and back then go meet the boys. Otherwise, do not wonder why your woman flinches each time you mention “the boys” to her.
My brothers out there should shade some light on this. I am merely sharing something I and many other sisters have observed and experienced.
I learned to avoid T.S.E. (Telling Someone Else) to do what I can do if I can do it myself because it will save us all a lot of time—in most cases.
Well, all the best with your errands and if you have sent your man, good luck waiting. Hahaha!