As usual, needs to go somewhere this morning, can’t find shirt he wants and is storming around the house in a flap.
starts deflecting his issue on to me, asking in a very accusatory manner if I sent his shirt off for ironing and that’s why he can’t find it (we get a weekly service).
I sarcastically/ jokingly said “oh no, sending your shirts away to be ironed, aren’t I dreadful!” to which he called me a twat and said I was being an arsehole!!
Appreciate it’s probably not the best timing for sarcasm when someone is rushing around- but frankly he’s trying to make his problem mine. He could have got his clothes sorted last night instead of falling asleep on the sofa.
AIBU??