When Is An Offer Not An Offer?
When someone offers you something and you accept their offer, shouldn’t you receive what was offered?
I think so. Barbara doesn’t, at least in my case. Let me give you an example.
We often have people over to our house.
Invariably Barbara will come into the room where we are congregating and say: “Does anyone want anything, a drink, ice cream, anything?”
Now if I want something, I answer yes or raise my hand in acknowledgement of her offer. If no-one else has answered I am usually ignored.
“Anyone else, anyone?” she will continue to ask in the hope that I am not the only one answering. If I am the only one answering, the offer is withdrawn.
By her asking, isn’t there an implied contract between asker and askee? I think so.
Barbara’s explanation of why I get ignored is: But you’ll say yes to everything. It’s not worth it to just get you.
Our friends have noticed her tendency to ignore me under those circumstances and our children and now our grandchildren have taken notice. It is a family joke that I will get ignored, and they just laugh and roll their eyes at the “folie a deux” that takes place. It is an almost automatic reaction between us.
My hope is that people will come to the realization that I deserve the “medal” they are always awarding to Barbara for “putting up” with me. I am the one with the “reputation” of always being “difficult” to live with. Nothing could be further from the truth. I am an angel.
I am easy going, friendly (Barbara says too friendly) and just a wonderful person to live with. Why people see me as the “difficult to live with one” I’ll never know.
Recently, Barbara and I were sitting watching TV. She was drinking lemonade. She turned to me and said, “Would you like some lemonade ( an offer)?”
To which I replied, “Why thank you (acceptance of the offer).
Barbara offered me her cup, which happens to be plastic and you cannot see what it contains without looking directly into it. I took the cup appreciating her generosity in sharing her lemonade with me. Unfortunately, it was empty. “Guess you’ll just have to get us some” she said, smiling sweetly.
I started to laugh, and so did she.
She eventually got me some lemonade, probably because she realized how funny it all sounded.
It became a source of some amusement between us for the rest of the day.
Now of course, Barbara says she was just kidding and was going to get me lemonade all along.
You and I know the truth.