The first thing Janet noticed when she got home
from work was a four-inch thick manual on the coffee
table. Next to it were empty boxes and layers of
bubble wrap. "Great," she thought, setting her coat
and purse onto the sofa. "What had her husband gotten
into now?" She looked down at the manual's title:
"1003 Easy Steps to Creating a Walk-Thru-Walls Belt."
This must be the big anniversary present -- the big
surprise. What a disappointment; last night they'd
been discussing a trip to Hawaii. Frowning, she
hefted up the manual and carried it down the hall to
the study.
"Hey, Matt."
Matt looked up from the carpet where he was
surrounded by metallic bits and pieces. He glanced at
the book in her hands and grinned. "I see you've
discovered my big surprise."
"What about our trip?"
"This is much more practical. You're going to
love it."
Not wanting to be accused of being unsupportive,
Janet ignored that comment and changed the subject.
"Matt, did you read this manual?"
"No. A ten year old could put this together."
"Maybe a ten year old with a genius IQ who is
mechanically gifted."
Matt frowned, giving her the stubborn look that
she hated, and started working on his project again.
"Listen Matt, this stuff could be dangerous if
you start skipping steps. I don't want you getting
hurt."
"Okay, Okay," he said, standing up and taking the
manual from her. "Don't worry. I'll get to it." He
tossed it onto the desk.
"That's what you said about the garbage disposal
that you decided to upgrade. It took two electricians
and three plumbers to fix it.
He waved his hand, dismissing the comment. "A
common mistake."
"And don't forget the self-mowing lawn mower that
you tinkered with.
"I got it to work."
"Yes, you did. It worked right over Mr. Harold's
tulip patch." Janet leaned against the doorframe.
"And then there's our microwave."
"It was just a little fire."
"That's not the point. If you'd read the
instruction manual before starting your projects..."
"This is different, Jan. What could go wrong?
All the parts are numbered. I just match them up.
Piece of cake."
"Matt."
Matt stepped forward and kissed her. Then he
shoved her out of the room and shut the door.
Frustrated, Janet kicked it. The door opened a crack
and Matt's face appeared. "Don't kick the door. I'm
at a very sensitive part right now."
Janet opened her mouth to retort, but the door
clicked shut. She took a deep breath and rolled her
eyes. If Mr. Disaster-Waiting-To-Happen wasn't going
to listen, then he better not come running to her when
things didn't work out. She turned on her heel,
putting thoughts of her husband and his endless
succession of ill-planned projects out of her mind,
and stomped into the kitchen to make dinner.
For the next two days, Janet fumed while Matt
ensconced himself in the study. On the third day, he
joined her in the living room.
"I finished it." He pointed at the belt around
his waist, a sleek silver interlocking chain that was
outfitted with a card-deck sized box containing two
switches. "I only had five pieces left over," he
said, dumping a handful of hardware onto the coffee
table.
"Those might be important."
"No. Companies always put in extra screws and
things. How about a demonstration?"
Before she could say "No," he'd flipped one of
the switches on the belt and the air shimmered around
him. He looked down at the armchair and stepped into
it, his body passing through as if he were a ghost.
Janet had to admit it was pretty impressive.
"Isn't this great?" he said, from the middle of
the chair. "I can walk through anything." He stepped
out of the chair and walked through the coffee table
several times. "I told you I could do it and I didn't
even need to crack open that manual."
He turned to grin at her. "Let's see if I can
walk through you."
"No way. I don't want you anywhere near me while
you're wearing that thing."
"Ah, come on, Janet," he said, reaching for her.
She skittered backwards. "I'm serious, Matt."
"It's perfectly safe. Come here."
"No," she said, ducking his outstretched arms.
She grabbed a book off the shelf and lobbed it at him.
It sailed right through his head.
Matt laughed. "Come here sweetie. Don't be
scared."
"I mean it, Matt. Stay away from me." Janet ran
out of the living room to the bedroom and slammed the
door. She watched the door, but then realized he
could come in from the walls. She was about to crawl
out the window when she heard him yelp.
After a moment of silence, he called, "Uh, Janet.
Honey. I need some help here. I'm in the guest
room."
Janet walked down the hall and peered into the
room. Matt stood on the far side; one hand embedded
in the wall.
"My hand is stuck!" With his free hand, Matt
flipped the belt switches back and forth in rapid
succession.
"Stop that, Matt. You're going to break it."
"It's already broken!"
"Then you're going to make it worse." She turned
to leave.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"I'm not touching that thing until I read that
manual."
She found the manual on the desk in the study
where Matt had tossed it three days ago. Flipping
through it, she looked for a Help telephone number. No
number, but there was an address on the back page.
She guessed she'd just have to chip him out of the
wall and take him and his wall-encrusted hand to the
company.
Snapping the book shut, she smiled as she walked
back to the guest room. This was going to be the
first time she really enjoyed fixing one of his
project mishaps.
"Good news, Matt," she said, stepping into the
room. "The company has a Crisis Department. And
guess what? It's in Hawaii."
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