So Saturday my husband and I decided to take a road trip to do some Christmas shopping.
I know, I know. You're all saying, : What the hell were you thinking?" Obviously I wasn't or I never would have agreed to get in the car with him.
But in my own defense we were going to Cabelas and I love this store. The closest one is about 3 hours away and we have been there before so I figured he remembered how to get there. Right?
WRONG!!! Men never remember these things.
We get up early (and I mean really early) and just as we are ready to walk out the door, my husband says, "You did print off directions on how to get there didn't you?"
This should have been my first clue that things were not going to go smoothly but I ignored my inner voice and answered, "No, you didn't ask me to. Do you really need them?"
Hubby: "Probably, I'm not sure I remember how to get there. Print them just in case. "
So good little wife that I am, I did and off we went.
All was well for the first 2 hours of the trip because he knew where he was going. It wasn't until we had to take the exit to go to toward Cabelas that we started to have trouble. I started to read the directions to him but he had seen a billboard that said Take exit 207. SO, as far as he was concerned, that's all we had to do. No need for any directions, just look for exit 207. Where ever the hell that might be.
I then tried to tell him we had to take 35E S for a short jaunt but he strongly argued that we never got off 694.
I said, "the directions say we have to....."
Hubby, " I don't care what the directions say, we stay on 694 all the way."
Me: "Why do you have me print these directions if you aren't going to follow them?"
Hubby: "In case I don't know where I'm going, but I know what I'm doing now."
Me: "OK then. I'll just sit here and not say a word, but if you get lost don't blame me." All the while I am thinking Never again am I reading directions to this man. He can map it out for himself before he leaves.
Of course I was right and we did have to take 35E S for a short period of time but he wouldn't admit a thing.
We finally get to Cabelas, do our shopping ( we did our part that day to stimulate the economy) and the last thing I did before we checked out???
I picked up a Garmin GPS system, tossed it in the cart and said, " Merry Christmas, Honey!"
Let someone else be his guide from now on. He can't argue with a machine or can he???