I have news for you. You’re not. I don’t care if you order your pie like Meg Ryan’s character in When Harry Met Sally, you go girl. Last week I heard about the highest maintenance woman ever.
I met a man who just started his job in London. This requires him to drive more than an hour each way for the time being and he’s looking at doing it for at least a year, he said grudgingly. The reason: “My wife refuses to live in a ‘used’ house. She won’t live where someone else has already lived.”
So for the fifth time in their married life, they’re going to build a house despite the fact that there are many beautiful, affordable homes in every area of London. And she won’t move here temporarily until the house is built because that would mean staying someplace used! I didn’t get a chance to ask how she deals with hotel rooms or if they’re off the table, too.
I also know a woman who refuses to drive a used vehicle even though she’s not really in a new-vehicle income bracket. Not the one she wants, anyway. But this used home business is a whole different level of picky!
Granted, the man stays with his wife and obviously wants to – but he was lamenting the fact that he’ll have to drive two-hours-plus a day through another winter only because she won’t move until there’s a previously unenjoyed home she can occupy. They haven’t even had a chance to start looking for a lot or hiring a builder.
Can you top that? I doubt it. It kind of makes insisting on milk instead of cream for my coffee pale by comparison.