Compromise
Howie and I were doing the dishes last night. He was putting them in the dishwasher and I was going along behind him putting the dishes in their correct places. Finally he looked up and glared at me. I admit, sometimes my OCD gets a little out of hand.
“Don’t beat me,” I said after a moment.
“I’m not going to beat you until your neck is better.”
“It’s good we can meet in the middle like that.”
“It’s all about compromise,” he said as he continued loading.