They Need Us, They Just Don’t Want to Admit It
My husband hardly ever gets lost. Hardly ever. But there’s this amazing phenomenon that occurs whenever I get in the car when Ryan is driving. Girls, I’m sure it goes without saying what this peculiarity of male nature is. You get in the car and your man immediately stops processing anything around him.
We can be going anywhere, even my parents’ house where we’ve been a million times, and I’ll sit in the passenger’s seat watching the exits go by on the freeway. I see our exit. 2 miles. We’re still in the fast lane. 1 mile. No sign of getting over. I hold my tongue until about 1/2 mile away but by then its panic time.
So what’s this about? I have some theories on this one, as I’m given ample opportunity to think about it. My first theory is that guys regularly get lost but pretend that it only happens when we’re in the car. My second theory is that we women are so bossy that our men get used to us telling them what to do, so they feel comfortable turning over all the decision making to us ladies, if only to be spared the nagging. OK, there’s no way that second one could be true, but I thought I’d be diplomatic and throw it out there.
