I wrote this years ago, and guess what: it’s STILL true today!
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.