He's trying to hang the shelves, but you're always getting frustrated. "Honey, come on get your tastes together quick, I've been standing with this damn shelf for an hour" Says the blond guy holding the primate shelf firmly to the wall. You give the okay for him to put the shelf there and he takes a bracket to see how it will look and starts marking out where he will drill.

"No, Oliver, that's not it. I don't like it" you say, assessing the look. "Baby, you're wearing me out, maybe you just like seeing me with this shelf in my hands?" He asks with a smile. He was annoyed that you were so indecisive, but he wasn't going to show it to you.