A man visits his psychiatrist, clearly agitated. The doctor asks him what’s wrong and the man says, “Well, I just don’t know what I am any more. I’m a tepee. I’m a wigwam. I’m a tepee! I’m a wigwam! I’M A TEPEE!! I’M A WIGWAM!!” And the doctor interrupts his patient and says, “I see your problem. You’re two tents.”
Let’s compose a letter to the nice man who drove me home from the car dealership this morning.
Dear Nice Shuttle Driver:
I told you where I lived. Knowing the neighborhood’s traffic patterns at any time of day or night, I told you the best way to get there so as to avoid left turns, stoplights, and left turns at stoplights. Despite my well-informed information, you declared that the highway would be the best way to get there. So we (you) took the highway, and rather than drive directly home taking nothing but right turns we drove in a big circle, made all left turns and waited at three long lights.
Maybe someone who’s constitutionally placid (Hi Dad!) could endure such an experience without mentally foaming at the mouth (foaming at the brain?). Alas, I could feel my fury. I could sense my frustration. My thoughts became so caustic that for a moment I wasn’t sure if I was saying them out loud or just thinking them, or if, by thinking so loudly I was in effect shouting.
Was it because I’m a girl that you ignored my suggestion? Was it because I hadn’t done anything to my hair so early in the morning? Or was it simply because you held the car keys that you decided you knew better than someone who’s lived along the suggested route for more than a decade?
I consoled myself with this mantra: I write a blog. I write a blog. I write a blog.
You pegged it.
It’s a guy thing.
That, and the fact if he does the job too efficiently it will create further expectations of efficiency.
Innit great to have a blog, so there’s a place to go to vent?
Happy Holidays!
What do you think might have happened if I’d told him, “I write a blog and I’m going to blog about how dumb and stubborn you are”?
Do you honestly think he knows what a blog is?
…or cares?
The guy drives a car repair shuttle… and not that well, either
LOL. Yes, writing a blog does give me a reason to cope with life’s absurdities. You wanna mess with me? Fine. You will star in my next blog post. You may not care, but I will feel better and that’s all that matters.
I think Ivan’s right — most likely he doesn’t know what a blog is. Does revenge count as revenge if the transgressor is unaware that revenge is being had?
Men- they always think they know best.
Do they?
Not usually.