Nitpicking

I was having breakfast in Montevideo. A croissant, a slice of pineapple, and eggs that finally came out of the kitchen. And I heard a woman say to a man at the next table, “Why did you put your eggs in a bowl? There are plates there. That’s a cereal bowl.”

Screeech! Like nails on a blackboard. Why do people do this? It doesn’t matter what he’s eating from (well, within reason, I wouldn’t have wanted to watch him eat out of his shoe) or, speaking of his shoes, whether his socks match. Not really. There are a lot of couples who do this thing.

I think I must do it sometimes. Is it the same when absent-minded professor marido (OK, I’ve always wanted to say cutie patootie rock ‘n’ roll husband, but that doesn’t apply.) opens the front door and this transpires...

L: Sweetie?
M: Yeah.
L: Clothes.
M: I’ve got clothes on.
L: Mmm...remember when we talked about solids and patterns?
M (mumbling): To wear solids with plaid?
L: Yeah. Those striped Guatemalan shorts aren’t really working with that blue plaid shirt.

Isn’t that the same thing?