This morning I got up early so that I could leave early as I needed to be in work. DH knew that. Walked out of the door, found DH had parked me in - fair enough, there were probably no spaces last night - so came back and asked him to move his heap of scrap beloved vehicle. He was just in the process of getting dressed.
Now, in that situation, I would throw on something like jeans and a T shirt and go out and shift the car. But no, DH insisted on putting on the full shirt, trousers, tie, jacket, socks and shoes and brushing his hair before he could do anything.
He got to the car and found a bit of dew on it. Again, in that situation I'd have had a quick wipe with front and back wipers, opened a window if necessary, and got on with it. It's not as if he was going to do anything with the car but move it into my space where it would probably gather more dew/rain. But no, DH had to find his hand wiper thing and meticulously go round the car wiping every window completely and immaculately.
I would have got out myself and shouted at him kicked his immaculate car door in if it wasn't that I really didn't have time to have an argument. But WTF? I suppose I should be grateful I didn't have to wait for him to shave, but only because he'd already done that.