The road
less traveled is often less traveled for a reason. How do I know? Because usually when I travel on the road
less traveled it’s because I’m lost.
Whenever I go
somewhere new, I have 2 women in the car giving me directions; GPS Lady, and my
wife. Before I explain, let me say that each
of these women are unique. I’m
acquainted with GPS Lady through my cell phone via Google Maps. I am acquainted with my wife through 25 years
of marriage.
GPS Lady
likes to mess with my brain. When we
first leave our house, she uses a British accent for a block or two. Then she switches to an American accent for
the rest of the trip. Once she spoke with a German accent and barked at me, “You
vill turn right at the next intersection, and remember ve have ways of making
you comply!”
My wife Rose
has her own quirks as well. She offers her own preferred routes, which are often
in conflict with those suggested by GPS Lady.
The kicker here is that whether she knows for sure where she’s directing
me, or she’s just tossing out instructions without being familiar with the
route, she delivers those directions with the same absolute conviction. It’s only when it becomes apparent that she
screwed up, that she confesses, “I didn’t know exactly where that street would
lead.” Really? These aren’t jelly beans in a jar – I’m not
asking you to guess which way to turn!
No matter
how many times she does this to me, I still believe she knows what she’s
talking about because of the convincing manner in which she imparts the
information. Also, for years she was my “brain
trust.” I don’t sleep well at night, and
even though I’m a fairly high functioning “zombie” I have relied on Rose, as my
“keeper,” to prevent me from harming myself or us.
You’re
probably wondering what I meant by that last statement. I’m about to turn 76, or 532 in dog years
(that joke never gets old). From lack of
sleep, I have been known to leave the oven or a burner on after cooking our
dinner, or lights on, or a toilet running.
Thankfully, Rose has always been there to catch most of my mistakes, and
so far, I haven’t burnt the house down.
But, Rose is
aging as well, and “the old gray mare, she ain’t what she used to be.” In her case, she’ll forget something I told
her just moments ago. I can’t tell if it’s
because she wasn’t really listening to me or her memory is getting bad. I also believe that at some point in each
marriage spouses develop the ability to nod at the appropriate times, and even
say, “Uh huh” during brief pauses, when really what their minds hear is, “Blah,
blah, blah, blah.”
That being
said, she’s still great at following up behind me and spotting my errors and
omissions.
Getting back
to the way she gives me directions in the car with authority, even when she’s
not certain they’re correct.
When this
happens to be wrong, we describe the information as “Something she pulled out
of her butt.” It’s “Ca-Ca” and of no
value.
Once we were
in Seattle for our son’s wedding, and we drove my ex-wife back to her hotel,
and I had 3 women giving me directions!
It’s not
like having a woman tell me what to do upsets me. It doesn’t, however, in my late night
fantasies, the women telling me what to do are usually wearing black leather,
red lipstick and nail polish, and tall stiletto heels. I have yet to get either my wife or GPS Lady
to wear one of my fantasy outfits, but I still let them tell me to take those roads
less traveled.
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