Asking for directions

November 9, 2009

Appears to be a concept that many men still struggle with…  This might explain why the all male crew of a fire engine appeared to be going around in circles desperately seeking the destination for their emergency call out.  The vehicle passed me lights flashing, sirens blaring in total 4 times and I heard it snaking around in other back streets for quite some time.  Gawd forbid, they actually stopped to ask one of the many locals who looked on bemused.   ‘Tis probably the real reason the Israelites wondered the bleeding desert for 40 years.  Never mind the Almighty screwing with their GPS coordinates, all the male tour mates were probably too stubborn to admit they went round in circles and refused to ask any passing Bedouins for the right way.   Luckily, I give fool proof directions to my boudoir that means gents tend to arrive in less than 5 minutes from the station straight into my arms…