Our thanks to Helen Long for sharing this story:
I've always known that there is a huge difference in the way my husband and I view things. This became abundantly clear on the first of December when we got about 16 inches of snow. I saw this as an excellent chance to get some Christmas decorating done and work on the Christmas cards. I was all prepared to hunker down with the fireplace going, make a big pot of vegetable soup, and grab Christmas by the horns. My husband, on the other hand, had other ideas. The county boys hadn't even been out, but his first priority was to clear the driveway so the mailman could deliver the mail, which by the way, never happened on that Friday. Anyway, after I'd put some soup bone on to boil, we both went out and scooped a path from the garage, which took about all morning. Around 11 o'clock, I went in to work on the soup. He came in when it was about finished. I happened to make the remark that we were out of pepper. This comment made his day, this is what he had been waiting for, this was a challenge.
"Oh, you need pepper, I'll go to town and get some."
I knew he'd been itching to get out and drive in the snow, but the store was nine miles away. It was like he was ready to conquer the world, and this pepper was his nemesis.
"We really don't need pepper that badly," I said. "The soup will be fine without it."
I knew my admission was in vain, as I saw him don his coat and boots. He had a huge smile on his face as he backed the car out of the garage and carefully maneuvered it out of the driveway with about three feet of snow on either side; I just prayed and let him go ... I knew he was in his element.