Men are from Mars and women are from Venus!

How true this is and so it was proved by the following husband and wife conversation we had this afternoon regarding the Alarm clock. First, a little background, Internet (wireless) being a little temperamental so I resorted to the classic IT solution of turning it off and plugging it back in. Though it is on a multi plug, so when the wireless goes down, so does the bedside alarm clock. When turned on it flashes the time and needs resetting. So here we go!

W(wife) = Why is the alarm flashing
M (me) = because I had to reset the internet
W = is that the right time?
M = yes, pretty much, though 5 minutes fast, as you like it.
W = well press a button on the top and it'll stop flashing

I then press a button and the radio comes on, good to hear R4 again, another story.

W = That was the wrong button
M = but you said 'a' button, I was to press any button.
W = i didn't think you'd press that one!
M = But you said, 'any' button, How was I to know you didn't want me to press that one?
W = I thought you would have known not to press that one
M = Huh?

And there's the gender difference right there, but a lovely one though!

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