“Okay, you first.”
“Me? Why me?”
“You don’t want to go first?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that I’d like to have a say in deciding.”
“Okay, no problem. You want me to go first?”
“You can if you want to. Or, I will…whatever.”
“Jeez already, make up your mind.”
“My mind? Why’s it me who has to make the decision?”
“You don’t. But one of us does or we’ll never get through this.”
“Okay then, you can decide.”
“You sure? In that case, you go first, like I said in the beginning.”
“Yeah, because you don’t want to, right?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to. I already told you that. But one of us has to, and you told me to decide. I chose you. Why are you making such an argument out of this?”
“Me? How come it’s me who’s arguing? Takes two to tango.”
“Okay, look, I’m not arguing. All I’m doing is trying to get us started. If you want me to go first, I will. If you want me to go second, I will. Just tell me what you want so we can get going on this.”
“Oh, so now I’m the one who’s holding us up?
“I didn’t say that. But I need to know how you want this to go. I’m ready to start, but you can go first if you want to.”
“Right, so it is me who has to make the decision! Just like I thought!”
“Okay, let me try again. It’s not you who has to make the decision. I said I’d decide who goes first because you said that’s what you wanted, and I chose you. But, since you have a problem with going first, I will.”
“Who says I have a problem going first?”
“Well, apparently you do or you’d have started by now. I’ve already suggested that three times.”
“Suggested? Is that what you call it? Telling me I have to go first, like I shouldn’t have a say in it?”
“Look, I’m not telling you to do anything, okay? I’m inviting you to go first. Or second, if that’s what you prefer. Just make up your mind or we’ll be here all day.”
“And that’s my fault? Seems to me you’re the one who’s trying to control everything.”
Prolonged silence this time.
“Look, for the last time, I don’t care who’s in control. I just want us to get started on this, and obviously somebody has to go first. Who do you want that to be?”
“You’re asking me to decide?”
“Meaning you don’t want to.”
“Jeez Louise! Okay, I’ll decide, and I’ll go first.”
“So, now you’ve changed your mind, right? ‘Cause earlier, you said I could go first.”
“You want to go first? Please, be my guest.”
“Your guest? So now I need your permission to go first?”
More silence. Gritted teeth this time.
“No, you don’t need my permission.”
“I mean, you’re not the boss of me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Okay. So now that we got that settled, you can start.”
“Yes! Thank you! Finally! Here it is then, my New Year’s resolution. I resolve in 2020 to be more patient with everyone I meet.”
“Well, that’s my first one. I have some others, but now it’s your turn.”
“Why are we doing them one at a time?”
“It’s called sharing! I share one of mine, then you share one of yours.”
“Yeah, I guess, but we could do your whole list, right? Before we do mine?”
Silence again. Hostile now.
“You don’t like that? You’re determined we have to take turns?”
No reply. The beginning of a snarl.
“Okay, already, I’ll read mine. Sheesh! You don’t have to be so grouchy! Here it is, and I hope it makes you happy. You ready? I resolve to try very hard this year to be less argumentative.”
“How’m I doing so far?”
Those are worthy resolutions.
Here’s to an uplifting 2020.
Yes, and all the best to you, too!
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