“You know.” Pause for eye contact, “You should put rice in the salt shaker so it’ll shake out.” FIL directs.
“Is the salt not coming out?” I’m surprised; he has a terrible salt habit and I’m refilling that shaker every 4 days.
“Right now it is.”
“Then, what’s your point?”
He sighs his beleaguered sigh, “That you should have rice in the shaker.”
I press onward, “It’s working just fine without the rice.”
“It’ll stick together and you’ll get clumps.” He counters knowingly.
“Are you having problems with it?” I circle the argument back.
“Not yet.” He adds the stare for firmness.
I’m immune. “Then why don’t we wait until there is a problem.”
“It’ll be too late then.” He condemns as he leaves to sit in the living room.
I add salt to the grocery list on the fridge.