The one thing about him that she couldn’t stand was his obstinacy.
No matter how much common sense or reasoning she used to point something out to him, once his mind was made up there was simply no changing it. When they first met, she knew this was something that needed to change and she felt that over time she could bring that change about, but the years that followed proved her wrong; he was simply too stubborn. The current issue was a typical one. The old toaster had been playing up for a while and the warranty was still current. She said she’d take it back and get it fixed or replaced, but he insisted that it was only a matter of a wire coming loose.
She had become so infuriated with his pigheadedness she decided to leave him to it. He had the cover off the thing and was fiddling with the wiring, making a mess on her kitchen table, with tools, bits of wire and tape scattered around. Just being around him when this sort of uncompromising stupidity was going on just made her more and more exasperated. She went through to the front room and sat with her weekly magazine. She was just settling down and making herself comfortable when three things happened at once; a loud buzzing noise, a scream, and a knock at the front door.
When she opened it, at first, all she could make out was some black clad figure holding some sort of grass-cutting tool. Then the penny dropped. She turned back into the house.
“Honey, it’s for you.”