More Man Hands Mayhem

So I come home from work one Friday to find my new car all shiny and freshly washed. My husband had spent the day hand-washing it so it would look all spanky clean for me to drive up to the wineries with my girlfriends who were visiting the next day. What a sweet man I married. Before said girlfriends arrived in town, I had to go to the store to stock the house with the appropriate amount of booze and cheese-filled goodness. So, I headed out to the garage to take my shiny new wheels for a spin.

Much to my horror, I noticed that the driver’s side door of my new car no longer had the sheen of a new paint job, but more resembled the flat, scratched-up crappy paint job of a beater you would find at the junkyard. I go back in the house and the following conversation ensued:

Me: Did you do something to the door of my car when you were washing it today?
Him: No. Why?
Me: Because the paint is all scratched up in a weird circular pattern.
Him: All I did was clean the bird poop off of the side of it.
Me: What did you clean it with?
Him: The green sponge in the sink.
Me: You mean the green scratch pad in the sink?
Him: Yeah. Why?
Me: Because that is a heavy-duty scratch pad, not a sponge.
Him: So?
Me: So it not only takes crusted food off pans but it also takes the paint off of cars.
Him: I think you are making a bigger deal of this than it really is.
Me: Seriously? You basically used a BRILLO PAD to clean bird sh*t off of my car.
Him: It isn’t that big of a deal.
Me: Seriously? I have owned that car for less than a month and now the paint is ruined on the driver’s side.
Him: It isn’t that big of a deal.
Me: Seriously? Do you think using a scratch pad to wash the car was a GOOD idea?
Him: It isn’t that big of a deal.
Me: Seriously? Just get me a beer and don’t talk to me for a while.