On most days I try not to impugn the navigational skills of the opposite gender….much. While I make no claims to possessing an inner infallible GPS, I have no fear of admitting that I’ve been an idiot and gotten myself lost. Of course, sometimes it was the GPS that was the idiot, which is why I argue with it from time to time on principle. I can count three separate occasions where it did not take me where I wanted to go. I told that GPS a thing or two.
Mr. Smarty-Pants has a routine dental appointment tomorrow which necessitates his father picking him up from school. As he’s attending a new school, his father has not been to this one. Mr. Smarty-pants asked, “Should I call and tell him how to get there?”
“Hey, Dad! Turn left, then right, then left, and right, and left, and right and then you’re there.
Uhhh…I don’t know.”
I nixed that idea by telling Mr. Smarty Pants I had reminded his dad of the name of the school and told him the street. “He can find it.”
“I dunno, Mom. You know us guys. We aren’t very good at that.”
There you have it: definitive proof from the mouth of a male.