Wimp!

So we had just gotten to Cincinnati. Circled the hotel twice not sure about the one-way streets. Saw a big sign that said Hilton Valet. It was right outside a narrow down ramp. It was right outside a little glass door that said Hilton. It didn't look right to my husband. He pulled over to the curb. He said, "that does not look right." And so, with a cell phone in his pocket and the hotel phone number handy, and with men inside the little glass door, (I thought dressed like valets) my husband.....drum roll.....pulled away from the curb again out into the world of one-way streets in downtown Cincinnati.

I said, perhaps a little shrilly, "Where are you going?"

Yes, thinking back, very shrilly.

A couple of octaves above my normal voice range.

"It didn't look right," he offered.

But I couldn't quit! "The sign said "Valet." The glass doors said "Hilton." "You were parked by the curb." "Why didn't you call for directions from the curb outside the ramp that pointed down to Hilton valet?"

We drove around a couple more one-way streets...in silence. I grabbed my phone, called the number, took a deep breath, lowered my voice and asked the customer service representative who answered the phone, "Could you give me good directions to valet parking,...please?"

Well, of course, you know, it was right where we were.

It does remind me that men, being hunters from the very early cave man times, still have that hunt gene. It must seem like cheating in their minds to call and ask for directions. "Not fair. You asked," they will say to each other. "Wimp!" It is in the hunt for something, from valet parking, to a gas station, to their shoes or pizza in plain sight in the freezer. Asking takes away their manhood.

Aren't they cute?

That's what I'm thinking about today. Oh, and Happy Birthday America."