The hedgehog with the wine bottle - The Boneyard Ep. 02 (English)

Alex took a look at the cast-iron skillets. He picked up the smallest one, the 10-inch.

Just as he was putting it back on the shelf to grab the 12-inch one instead, a young woman slipped between him and the shelf to look at the wooden-handled spoons.

He looked a bit taken aback.

But then he said politely, "Hey, I'm just gonna reach past you real quick, don't let me scare you."

And he reached for the skillet.

"Yeah, just do it already..." the woman hissed at him, without even looking his way.

Was that wrong again? Should he have just kept his mouth shut? No. It was polite. If she felt like she was being hit on, that was her problem.

But it visibly annoyed him.

"Do you think I was trying to flirt? My wife is standing right over there, and I was really only interested in the pan, not you," he defended himself with a slightly snippy undertone.

The woman looked up.

She rolled her eyes.

"Have a nice day yourself," he sighed, putting the pan back without paying any attention to the woman this time.

Without commenting on the situation any further, he went over to his wife and joined her.

She seemed a bit annoyed. He reached for her hand.

"Everything alright?" he asked, testing the waters.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Had she noticed the situation with the other woman? What had he done wrong? He just wanted to look at a new pan.

"Really?" he pressed.

"Alex. Yes. Everything's fine."

Nothing was fine.

He started chewing on his lip again.

"Okay, if you mean the situation with the woman back there, there's no reason to get upset!" he hissed at her.

His wife stopped next to the shelf with the kids' potholders.

"Oh, really, Alex? Is that how you see it?" she hissed back, sounding as if she were carrying a heavy bucket of rocks.

"Come on, it's such a nice day. Nothing even happened."

"You're right. I probably shouldn't get so worked up over it. That's what you're trying to tell me, huh?"

Alex sighed like he'd just finished a long run.

"Yeah, maybe you shouldn't. Maybe you should just chill out more often!"

Now he was the one holding the bucket of rocks. His wife had just thrown a few more in.

"I mean, sure, we live in different times, but you can't do more than communicate. And if you run into an ignorant idiot, you just take a deep breath and go on with your day. Everything is totally fine!"

His wife looked at him as if she wanted to smash that bucket of rocks right over his receding hairline.

"So you think everything is fine?"

Alex took a deep breath in through his nose—and exhaled with a "Yes, I do."

His wife pursed her lips tensely.

"My husband. My wonderful husband thinks it's perfectly fine when a complete stranger bumps into me, calls me a 'stupid bitch,' and he doesn't even step in. Noooo, instead he lets her go first at the very next shelf, and just when I think he's gonna whack that dumb cow with the pan, he smiles at her!"

Alex looked as if the bucket of rocks had just dropped on his big toe.

"What?!" he blurted out.

Then he started laughing.

"You think this is funny?"

Alex kept laughing and pointed over his shoulder with his chewed-up thumb.

"I was annoyed by that dumb cow myself."

His wife looked at him skeptically.

"Yeah. I just wanted to politely tell her I wasn't done at the shelf yet, and she snapped at me like I was hitting on her."

Alex tested his wife's mood again by gently rubbing her shoulder.

"Bitch. I grabbed the last birthday card for Emilia," she held up a card with a cute hedgehog using a wine bottle as a baseball bat. "Then she asked me in her 'polite' way if she could have it."

Alex rolled his eyes with a smile.

"And you said no."

"Of course I said no. First of all, she was rude as hell, and hello? A hedgehog with a wine bottle—you don't just give that up."