I'm in the shower this morning, shaving my head and basically minding my own business, when suddenly I realize my cell phone is ringing somewhere in the house.
At which point I nick the back of my head with the razor.
I tumble out of the shower, slipping across the living room hardwood floor and stepping briefly on the tail of a cat (which screams its displeasure before racing down to the basement to sulk).
I locate the phone and answer it, to hear my wife on the other end frantically explaining how she can't find the location she's supposed to be to catch a two hour bus ride to some interior design function she's going to attend.
I slip and slide my way to my office computer, call up Google, and try to make sense of the map that eventually appears. The wife has eight minutes to catch her bus. DAMN IT!
I zoom out the map, trying to figure out what the hell I'm looking at, and eventually realize, much to my chagrin, the location she's trying to reach is embarrasingly close to where we live.
"It's close to where we walked to last weekend!" I say.
"That doesn't do me any good!" she responds.
Six minutes remaining. DAMN IT!
"Remember?! That one place where we walked to?!" I repeat helplessly.
"Oh. . . oh! Where we walked! Before going home?!" she replied, in a sentence that made sense only to the two of us. "There it is! I see it!"
And so, today's first crisis was averted. On to the next one.
Posted by Ryan at October 16, 2008 08:17 AM | TrackBackIf your wife was on foot, get her a GPS. If she was in a car, get her Onstar. I am slowly ceding my natural directional instincts to Onstar. It's just too easy.
Posted by: Dryheave at October 19, 2008 12:37 PM
Stumble It!
