The One My Mother Warned Me About

[FLASHBACK]

Thursday, January 29th

Today was another day of work, but with David still off this week he talked me into a few errands over lunch.  There is a mall nearby called Bukit Timah Plaza, and it is here that there was one last ditch effort and finding manilla folders and standard 8.5x11 paper.  No luck - they don't exist in Singapore.  However, I did have the joy of the following conversation with David while in the office suppliers store.  Kids, pay attention, below is the number one reason not to marry a PhD who works for 3M:

Me, walking down the arts-and-crafts aisle:  "Oh, right, I need glue."

David:  "What do you need?"

"Glue."

"You mean epoxy?"

Me, with an exaggerated eye roll:  "Whichever."

"For what?"  What is the material?"

"Metal.  It's for a picture frame."

"Is it going to get hot?"

"Why in the world would it get hot?  I'll just get Superglue."

"Are you sure? Superglue isn't a thermoset."

Me, with another eye roll and the addition of an exasperated sigh:  "What?"

"It's not crosslinked.  So you can't put it in the dishwasher."

"Just stop."

Unfortunately, this is not an isolated incident.  I need to find a girlfriend here.  Someone who will talk about normal things, like.. shoe shopping or brow waxing.  Things that do not cause as much pain as the above.