The Lost Wife
Jun 12th, 2010 by Mike
My wife got lost the other day.
I was at work when I got a call from her.
My wife: “I am lost. I am at the Sportsplex.”
Me: “If you know where you are, then technically you are not lost.”
My wife: “I mean I can’t find the store I was going too in the industrial park.”
At this stage we were good. I knew where she was and I knew where she wanted to go. Hence I was a good person to ask for directions. In fact I was just about to explain the directions when we hit one of those male female things. She basically went into a dialogue outlining where she went wrong:
“I turned right when I should have gone left. Then I went down abc street instead of def street. All of this was deeply fascinating but had nothing to with solving the problem. I mean, since I knew where she was, it didn’t really matter how she had gotten there. A UFO could have picked up the car from our driveway and deposited her there. It wouldn’t really matter. I would still be able to explain how to get to the new spot. Eventually I was able to interrupt her and get to the point.
Anyway we finally sorted it out. I think the general consensus was that I was inconsiderate for interrupting her thought process.
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