Greg and I would not do well on the Amazing Race.
I am convinced.
Today Greg took the van to get serviced at a nearby city. 20 or so minutes after he left I received a phone call from him: my dear husband was lost and could not find his way out of the suburbs. Absolutely refusing to get out of the van and to ask someone for directions, he insisted I navigate him out.
Feeling such frenzy, knowing his phone battery was not charged (doh!), I searched for and found the map.
This should be easy... Greg and I are experienced travellers. We drove through and around Germany/France/Luxembourg/Belgium many many times over, not knowing the language, and going by our instincts. Road trips are our bag, really!
He mentioned the streets as he passed them, and I gave him directions on where to go...
T: Ok, now turn right at the next intersection
G: What?
T: Turn right when you get the next intersection
G: Are you sure? I don't think so!
T: Do you trust me? I am reading the map and you need to turn right
G: is that West?
T: Yes
G: Right?
T: Yes! Turn right!
G: Are you sure?
T: Do you have the map? I have the map and you need to do what I say!
G: I did turn right, but I don't think you're right!
Silence
G: oh, oh..now I know where we are...
Gah!
Greg and I decided that when it was time for us to apply the Amazing Race that we would not mention this incident.
Instead we will mention that my iron stomach can handle a few crickets and he is a master historian (good selling points, right)
p.s...he apologized by the way, numerous times, and with treats in hand.
Today Greg took the van to get serviced at a nearby city. 20 or so minutes after he left I received a phone call from him: my dear husband was lost and could not find his way out of the suburbs. Absolutely refusing to get out of the van and to ask someone for directions, he insisted I navigate him out.
Feeling such frenzy, knowing his phone battery was not charged (doh!), I searched for and found the map.
This should be easy... Greg and I are experienced travellers. We drove through and around Germany/France/Luxembourg/Belgium many many times over, not knowing the language, and going by our instincts. Road trips are our bag, really!
He mentioned the streets as he passed them, and I gave him directions on where to go...
T: Ok, now turn right at the next intersection
G: What?
T: Turn right when you get the next intersection
G: Are you sure? I don't think so!
T: Do you trust me? I am reading the map and you need to turn right
G: is that West?
T: Yes
G: Right?
T: Yes! Turn right!
G: Are you sure?
T: Do you have the map? I have the map and you need to do what I say!
G: I did turn right, but I don't think you're right!
Silence
G: oh, oh..now I know where we are...
Gah!
Greg and I decided that when it was time for us to apply the Amazing Race that we would not mention this incident.
Instead we will mention that my iron stomach can handle a few crickets and he is a master historian (good selling points, right)
p.s...he apologized by the way, numerous times, and with treats in hand.
Much love, Tif Johnson...written at 8:49 PM
2 Comments:
LOL! Sounds like my DH trying to lead me around. I call him when I am lost - which is nearly every day now that I am in a new spot. And dude, we were Felicity *junkies* when that was on the air. I loved loved loved that show.
Hey mama!!!!!
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