According to Hofmann: Totaled Recall
I was once told that communication is important in a marriage. Of course, I think it was my wife who said that ëƵ IëƵm not really sure; I was half paying attention.
Normally when she talks, I hear her muffled voice coming from miles away as IëƵm normally thinking about beer and what other possible advances could exist in streaming entertainment. I mean, we can watch feature-length movies and television on our phones. Where else can it go from there?
Anyway, back on track, my wife will be the first person to tell you that IëƵm not big on communicationëƵshe would also be the last person to tell you and would even give you some reminders in between those other times, too.
But with all of our communication arguments, the one that irritates me the most is when she asks me to tell her about conversations IëƵve had.
Maybe IëƵm crazy, but a normal exchange between a couple on a subject goes something like thisëƵ
ëƵWhat were you talking about with George?ëƵ
ëƵThrowing rocks over a bridge.ëƵ
ëƵOkay, Mark Hofmann, you handsome slab of man!ëƵ
My wife, on the other hand, wants to know details like thereëƵs a transcript that IëƵve been hiding from her.
The following is everything she would ask about a conversation I hadëƵ
ëƵWhat were you and George talking about?ëƵWhat did George say?ëƵWhat did you say?ëƵWhat did George say after that?ëƵWhat was his tone when he said it?ëƵWere there any hand gestures involved?ëƵWhat else did you two talk about?ëƵNothing?ëƵFor 20 minutes, you just talked about throwing rocks over a bridge?ëƵWhatëƵs wrong with you?ëƵ
To be fair, my side of that conversation pretty much goes like thisëƵ
ëƵI donëƵt knowëƵI canëƵt rememberëƵI donëƵt knowëƵI donëƵt recallëƵExcited, I thinkëƵI donëƵt know his toneëƵThere may have been a middle finger, but I canëƵt remember the contextëƵThatëƵs all we talked aboutëƵI donëƵt know.ëƵ
Then she becomes angry at me when I canëƵt remember what both parties said verbatim ëƵ no matter how mundane the conversation was.
However, I should try a little harder to remember important facts to relay back to my wife like, for example, my last trip to the doctor when he told me how long I have to live, but I donëƵt want to be taken out of a conversation due to meticulous note taking on my part.
ëƵWait! Slow down, George. Now, how big were the rocks, how many rocks did you throw and how would you describe your tone right now? I was going to say childishly solem, but I want to accurately relay this moment.ëƵ
The other problem is that IëƵm a reporter who has to take notes for his job, so I canëƵt have a pleasant conversation with George about teasing wildlife with peanut-butter-smeared tennis balls without feeling like IëƵm on the clock.
That all being said, IëƵm always trying to become a better person, a more compassionate person and a more upstanding human being no matter how many people I have to kill to make that happen, so there has to be a solution.
Well, it turns out there is no good solution, so I would have to opt for the not-so-good solution and thatëƵs for my wife to pay me to take notes on every conversation I have.
I figure that if I have to act like IëƵm doing my job, I might as well get paid to do so.
To be clear, itëƵs not like IëƵm going to make a fortune off this venture as my fee of $785 a month will go toward supplies like pens, notebooks, a voice recorder, batteries, a body camera and a sassy part-time secretary.
Of course, no matter how accurate my note-taking efforts may be, thereëƵs always that off-chance that my wife may still not get the entire story.
ëƵMark, what were you and my brother talking about? I overheard something about your bachelor party.ëƵ
ëƵNo comment, no comment, off the record, deny, deny, no comment, off the record and speak to my attorney ëƵ just leave me alone so I can go back to thinking about beer and Netflix.ëƵ
According to Hofmann is written by staff reporter Mark Hofmann of Rostraver Township. He hosts the ëƵLocally YoursëƵ radio show on WMBS 590 AM every Friday. His book, ëƵStupid Brain,ëƵ is available on Amazon.com.