"What could it possibly be, Gigi?" (which is the refrain I hear from friends - who don't live with this man - but somehow think he's perfect - which on some days he is, but on others? Not so much)
My current gripe?
He leaves the pantry door open. ALL. THE. TIME.
This is a fairly recent affliction because I'd certainly never noticed it before. And believe me when I say that I do notice these kinds of things. (What? Don't act so shocked. You know it's true. I have an eye for detail.)
I walk by the pantry, notice the door is open and close it. I walk by again twenty minutes later and once again, it is open. So I close it.
This goes on for months. Finally in a fit of frustration (which I know, this really shouldn't be a big deal, but with the pantry being located where it is - it IS a big deal to me!) I
At first there is no reply. A few days go by - closing the door, opening the door, closing the door, opening the door. So I ask again (a little more forcefully). The response from Hubby....
"It gets hot in there."
This one kind of stunned me momentarily because it's a freakin' pantry! It's not like any of US humans spend any significant amount of time in there. Which, of course, I quickly pointed out. His response....
"The food gets hot."
Now, seriously. I could understand this argument if we were storing perishables in there - like milk, cheese or small children. But we don't. We store canned and boxed food in there. Paper products. Linens. You know, the stuff that normal people store in pantries.
So for now?
Now, we have gone back to the quiet routine of me closing the door when I walk by it and him opening the door when he walks by it and so on and so on and so on.
Because sometimes? You just have to pick your battles, people.
Especially when dealing with bizarre behavior which really isn't hurting anyone.
At least until I walk into that door in the middle of the night.....then? All bets are off.