Old Guys Get Grumpy

We were having supper, spicy pork spaghetti sauce, pasta, salad, and cheap Chianti (it was bad). We needed to make decisions about the Ufizzi tickets, the Accademia tickets and if we were taking the ferry from Sorrento to Amalfi, Positano or both. Text messages were pinging, someone wanting me to help them with banking information. I am their payee, managing their money for them. I sent a copy of the statement. I was having trouble figuring out the blogging platform. The dogs were barking. My wife Cindy and Sally were eating but my plate was waiting. My wine glass was already empty. I switch from the blog to the Ufizzi web site.
"Who is the idiot that designed this web site?"
"Stop what you're doing and eat."
"What idiot would make you jump over two pages to find the combination ticket?"
"Eat. Does he always get like this?"
"Yes. This is when I take the dog for a walk. Usually she's first to the door. Look, she's at the door now."
"Dumb idiots. Look, it said tickets for 8:15 but on the next screen I select the time."
"Should we skip dessert and take the dogs for a walk?"
"Probably."
"Is there more wine?"
"Yes. While we are gone: buy the Ufizzi, combination ticket. We will decided the Accademia when we get to Rome. The ferry can wait. Look at the blog tomorrow. I will see you at home."
The door shut. The screen flashes with our confirmation. I press print and hear the printer starting up. At least we have tickets to the Ufizzi.
Never buy the $4.99 Chianti again.