NAVIGATION NIGHTMARES
When woman meets man... behind the wheel. Have you ever wondered why your husband watches television with his hands down his pants? Chances are he is massaging his navigational equipment. Maintenance! Now that the holidays are behind us I have taken to dwelling on the more amusing, not to be repeated, aspects of summer holidays. What is it about men and cars? My French Husband (herein FH) turns into a sexist 1950's dictator/bully-boy everytime we drive off on holiday. No one can drive the car except for himself - man's domain. No one can give directions - honestly, with FH this is the precipice of personal danger to even try. To try is to make mockery of his very malehood. He will growl and snap, spit scary 50's prototype phrases such as " I am a 40 year old man, I do not need your assistance," " I was a boy scout. I can read maps!" etc. I have come to the conclusion that, in France ( or is this global?), one needs a penis to drive and...