The Crankee Yankee and I enjoy our road trips, and go on them at least a few times a month. Unless we are visiting my dad or my step-daughter and her family “up Maine,” we tend to take our time, go on back roads and enjoy the scenery and each other’s company.
However, even with that relaxed scenario and not much of an agenda, there is still that whole “man/woman perspective.” No matter how casual our jaunt is, there are still some unspoken assumptions and expectations. Mine are usually these:
- That we will take the time to stop at a fun little restaurant or diner for lunch or an early dinner (NOT fast food)
- That we may stop to check out an interesting shop.
- That we will take bathroom breaks.
- That when I say, “oooooh! Let’s stop here!” that we will stop there.
- That we are some place we don’t always go, so let’s take our time.
- *That I don’t necessarily have to hear ‘well, we’ve come through here before, don’t you remember?’
That said, the Crankee Yankee (and, I’m betting, most men) feels this way:
- We are driving to <wherever> to do something, buy something, see something, and that’s IT
- We may or may not stop for lunch; if we do, McDonald’s is cheap and perfectly fine
- We are not here to wander around shops all day
- That if we are going to stop to pee, make it in a place where we have to stop anyway
- We need to get back before dark
For the Crankee Yankee, it’s all about the journey, not the destination. For me, it’s ALL about the destination. I do enjoy being a passenger and letting someone else worry about the details. So I don’t expect to have to answer an impromptu quiz about routes, back roads and railroad tracks. Sheesh.
Needless to say, there are some lively disputes about this…
*That’s my personal favorite. Here’s the bald truth: when I am a passenger, I pay no attention to route numbers, road signs, weather vanes, etc. I’m there for the ride and possibly a short nap. If I’m not driving, I’m not paying attention to how we go anywhere. So don’t ask me.