“You have a problem,” Bud continued. “The people at work know it, your spouse knows it, your mother-in-law knows it. I’ll bet even your neighbors know it.” Despite the digs, he was smiling warmly. “The problem is that you don’t know it.”
I was taken aback. How could I know I had a problem if I didn’t even know what the problem was? “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” I said, trying to exhibit calm.
“Think about these examples, for starters,” he said. “Remember the time you had a chance to fill the car with gas before your wife took it, but then you decided she could fill it just as easily as you, so you took the car home empty?”
I thought about it for a moment. “I suppose I’ve done that, yes.” But so what? I wondered.
“Or the ...