Men Are A Different SPECIES. . .

A car being loaded onto a flatbed tow truck

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Last night the “Man” car had some problems and he and I didn’t get home ’til 12:00 am because of it…what can I say, the frailty of man and his inventions.

When my husband called me from work and said his car was giving him trouble, it would not let him shift out of P(ark), he said he was going to call AAA and get help. It was now about 7:00PM. He had been messing around with it by himself in the parking lot for about 30 mins. trying to fix it himself and had since given up. So NOW he would say Uncle and actually call them and get help. Mind you, now they would probably take at least 45 minutes to get there.

Anyway, he called. Thank God we have cell phones. As he waited he kept messing around with the stick shift, but to no avail. When the AAA guy got there he only had a flatbed truck which could not help my husband with his Magnum, it would probably break the transmission, so they had to order another truck. So he waited longer still, at least another 30 min.

When that guy got there, he thought he could loosen the problem when he got under the car, insinuating the first AAA guy couldn’t as he was too fat! Ha, Ha! So, under he went. He wrestled with the machinery, loosened whatever he needed to, it seemed to do the trick, and Viola, the car was now in gear! Now I hate to be a know-it-all Monday Morning Quarterback, but hindsight is 50-50 and maybe they should have erred on the side of Murphy’s Law and checked how it was working before my smarty smarty husband let the AAA guy drive away, but NOOOO, after the guy drove off into the sunset my husband drove off at 3 mph for the whole ride ’til he broke down AGAIN!

So now, its 9:30 PM, he’s had no dinner, he’s had a wild ride on the highway to Hell at 3 mph, without calling for more help because he’s a guy, now he must call for AAA again because he’s dead on the road. As he wiles away the time, he’s hoping the guy comes with the right truck this time.

As he does come with the right truck and they get him to the car dealership, I meet him there to pick him up and take him home. The dealership has locked the gates, and with the car locked up, so we have to leave it outside the gates unattended all night hoping nothing happens to it. If that isn’t bad enough, he has to make sure he is there in the morning to meet the guy, because with the car not being able to move, it’s blocking their gate and we don’t know how they’ll take that info.

After we leave, start driving home, my husband realizes he doesn’t remember if he set the alarm or not, we bat turn around and go check, see the guy still doing paperwork, get our receipt, so it’s actually a good thing. All clouds have silver linings. But it’s been one Hell of a night for my husband.

Not the way I, as a woman would go have gone about this whole crazy thing, then again crying wouldn’t have helped!  Just sayin’. That is why they say, Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus. I have been know to have a few of my own shenanigans, so I guess he’s allowed to have his share, too!

So, we got in just in time for him to be LATE for bed!

(c) Written by Evelyn Garone 12/2010

About Evie Garone

I am an outspoken woman with independent views of the world. I am spiritual but also realistic. I've successfully raised two men who I've sent off to college and am now following my love of the arts, including painting, drawing and writing. Thus, two blogs, two books I sporadically work on, voracious reading, among other loves keep me busy.
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