Tarzan Tuesday--Directionally Challenged

Tarzan messed up and put me in a blue funk. He took MYcar at 5:00 a.m. to get electrical parts for…..oh you don’t want me to go into that…..anyway, he put the address in his GPS and put in E instead of W and ended up in Scottsdale instead of North 19th Ave. He called me in a panic so I turned on his computer and looked up Google Maps for the address he wanted and told him I would direct him. I asked him to tell me what streets he was passing and when I found where he was I started directing him and he ARGUED with me about turning right or left, getting on the 101 or not, exiting on 7th Street or 7th Ave….then I told him to stay on Beardsley and don’t turn on 7th Ave when he exited. He exited and when I said are you on Beardsley, he said, “no, I’m going EAST on 7th Ave.” Well, you can imagine how it went from there. I finally said, “Look, you are lost and I have the map, just do what I tell you to do.” Even after that, he drove past the place when I asked him to turn on 20th Ave and when I knew he should have arrived at the store, I said, where are you now. He said 23rd Ave… There are no smiley faces to express my feeling right here.

Okay, so all of that was okay, I know he is a guy and you have to deal with those things if you want to be married to a man, your only other choices are singledom (which was looking very attractive) or lesbianism—not. But, when he got home….. at 7:15 a.m. and I had to be at work at 7:30 a.m……and I wanted to have a brief congenial conversation about, will you be okay with the pickup, and did you get all the parts, and do I need to do anything to help you today, blah, blah, blah, HE WAS ON THE PHONE and I didn’t even get to say kiss my sweet @#$.

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