When Men Drive

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When Men Drive

Most men instinctively know that nothing good can come from asking someone for directions. It's clearly a sign of weakness. We always feel weak. Why would we want other people, especially other men, to know that? In fact, it's been hushed up for decades, but that's how World War II started. This Polish man was driving west one day (it happened to be September 1, 1939) and he got lost. Innocently enough, he pulled up next to a tank and beeped his horn. A hatch on the tank popped open and a man stuck his head out and said, "Ja?" "Sorry to bother you, but I seem to be lost. Do you happen to know the way to Warsaw?" The tank guy smiled slightly, thought a moment, then said, "Ja, wohl, follow me, bitte!" Well, how do think that turned out? Exactly. So no matter how lost you are or how long you've been driving in circles, the last thing you want to do is ask for help. And, of course, women think this is ridiculous. "Oh come on," my wife will say, "just stop at a gas station and ask somebody how to get there." "Ha!" I always reply, "why are they working in a gas station if they know so much?" Somehow she never sees the irrefutable logic of my position. And don't think that the introduction of GPS has changed anything, because it hasn't. Asking a computer for directions is even worse than asking a human being. We might as well let a computer make all of our decisions for us. "Oh, I think I need to pee. Hello, Mr. Computer, is it okay if I take a leak?" "No, it is not. You will wait until you find a gas station. Just follow me, bitte!"