it just didn’t click
Posted by Sherry on April 13, 2006
I might save a whole minute a year by waiting until I’m driving down the street to fasten my seatbelt. This morning on my way to the dentist I heard no “click” as I attempted to buckle up. No time to go back inside and ask Mauri to fix it (isn’t that why we have husbands?) so I drove to the dentist’s office holding the seatbelt across my chest because in our town we get stopped by the police for not wearing a seatbelt, and I didn’t want that to happen. Pretending to be buckled was complicated by my need of a third hand to shift gears but I’m a multi-tasker and managed okay. Ditto the drive from the dentist to the office.
Fast forward to lunch time when I decided to head across town to visit the folks and realized I still hadn’t asked Mauri to fix my seatbelt. I called him at home, a short block from the church. Said he: “I’ll be glad to look at your seatbelt but for now why don’t you just buckle it on the passenger side?”
Okay, so maybe this is why we have husbands…to speak the obvious without also using the word dufus.
Maybe its because I’m a new husband, or just cause Mauri’s a wise husband…. but I would have never thought of that either!
That’s too funny. I tend to wear my seatbelt only because the men in my life have asked me to.
I recently read a book about the residents of Naples, Italy, that mentioned that they pride themselves on being master scammers. One of the prime examples of their prowess was the enterprising Neopolitan who made a small fortune selling white t-shirts with black diagonal lines silk screened across their fronts. His “store” was the back of his car and it “opened” on the day after the city fathers passed their first mandatory seat belt law! Bet you could find one on ebay!
it IS nice of them not to include dufus! Ben is one of those problem solver types that makes everything seem obvious. (but in a mercifully nice way)