"Honey would you do the dishes?"
"Sure."
*pause*
"Well, aren't you gonna do the dishes?"
"In a bit. I'm busy with this."
"Fine, I'll do them myself."
*insert fifteen minutes (or however long it takes to do the dishes, plus about ten minutes) of loud, pointed complaining about how tired she is, how easy it would have been for me to do the dishes now, how unimportant whatever I'm doing at the moment is, what an inconsiderate clod I am to make her do the dishes just because I don't want to do them...*
If you want it done NOW do it yourself. If you want me to do it I'll get to it when I get to it, which will probably be as soon as I finish what I'm doing right now - probably less than an hour. Either way, kvetching doesn't make me do it sooner and irritates me.
And that is why I'm still single. Well... one of the reasons.