Male Pattern Vision Impairment

C asked me to open a bottle of red wine just before dinner tonight. When it's last minute like that, I always pour some into the pichet and swish it around to give it a quick oxygen boost -- a bit like CPR. When I couldn't find the pichet, C pointed to the dining room table where it sat holding the daffodils.

At this point I need to explain that we don't often eat at that table unless we have company, so it's one of those horizontal surfaces that attracts miscellaneous objects. In yet another attempt to restore order and neatness, C had cleared it and placed the flowers in the middle of the table to indicate the newly established sanctity of the space. She was surprised that I hadn't noticed the pichet, and amazed when I admitted that I hadn't even seen the flowers.

I'm not going to put anything on the table -- until C does.