By WishingIWasInDaUP (Sur5er) on Sunday, June 4, 2006 - 08:50 am:
Usedtobeayooper, Oh my gosh, I hate going on road trips with hubby...OMG. He won't take a map with him...or directions. I guess he figures that eventually, he will find what he is looking for, I guess.
When we were headed up to the UP one summer, to go camping, he got this bright idea that we just had to stop before we crossed the Big Mac, to find a campground he had stayed at with his parents, like a million years ago. But he swore up and down, that although it wasn't on the map, he knew exactly where it was.
So at his urging, I got off of I-75 so we could look for this campground. Now mind you, I was driving my truck and towing a camper...similar to manuevering a tank...and hubby has me going down all these dirt roads...which of course turn out to be 'oops, wrong road, but I could swear it looked familiar roads...and numerous dead end roads that I had to try and do a U-turn on or back up on.
I swear, I drove around in circles for hours and put more than 100 miles on my truck looking for that darn campground. By the second hour, when hubby would state, "yeah, now this is all starting to look real familiar now...we're getting closer to the campground" I would remind him, "yeah, well it should, we just drove down this road ten minutes ago."
But I have figured out why men don't ask for directions or carry maps...because they are so stubborn, that eventually, after hours of searching they will find what they are looking for. Never mind how long it took them to find the place...they are now convinced that they don't have to ask for directions, because they found it without asking for directions. Sigh.