Wednesday, June 12, 2013

MW and WW. Men's Work and Women's Work

I'm sure that most of you reading this consider yourselves to be liberated people.  You are intelligent, modern thinking individuals, and consider women and men to be equal in every way.  In most things, anyway.

Pam and I certainly feel that way.  Yet we have WW and MW (Women's Work and Men's Work).  On the boat, we had a rule.  If one person cooked, the other washed the dishes.  Since Pam is a fabulous cook, cooking became WW and washing dishes MW.  But off the boat, it's changed.  Building projects have become MW, and cleaning projects have become WW.  At least until Pamela finds employment, I imagine, at which time most things around here will become MW.  But I digress.

Pam and her mom, Judi, are about to undertake a road trip to Florida to fetch Connie.  Connie is a senior citizen relation who is at the point in her life where she needs help with ADL (Activities of Daily Living).  They're going to fetch her in Judi's car, a little Toyota Yaris.  Yes, I tried to convince them that Connie should simply be put on a plane, but blah blah blah we need to go there.

Well, Judi's car needed to be inspected before the trip.  Car things are MW, and so Earl dutifully filled his pipe and drove Judi's car to the garage in Northville for it's NYS inspection, which was due.  No big deal, you might think.  Well... this is Judi's car, a Toyota Yaris.  And it's not just any Toyota Yaris.  Look closely.  Click on the pic to make it full sized.

Yep.  That's right.  Judi hit a deer on the mountain not too long ago.  While her car was in the body shop getting fixed, she had a lady bug painted on the little hood.  And then she added the eye lashes.  Nope.  No idea why.  That's Judi.

So Earl did his manly duty and took Judi's car to the garage in Northville for it's inspection.  He pulled up in front, got out, and lit up his pipe.  The owner of the garage just looked at the car, and then at Earl.   Again at the car, and then at Earl.  No words were exchanged, except for "New York State Inspection".

The mechanic came over.  He looked at the car and then at Earl, who was puffing on his pipe.

"Well, I've never seen anything like this before."

"Like what?" said Earl.  "Just inspect the damn car.  I don't need this shit."

Earl was justifiably razzed by "the guys", but took it in good humor.  It's a good thing that Earl is comfortable in his sexuality.  

So our women are leaving on a road trip, leaving us men behind to fend for ourselves for a week.  Maybe we'll go shopping for these to re-establish our manhood.

1 comment:

  1. That's not a car Dave! It's a moped that's covered in. There must be holes in the floorboards so they can run and get it going! That's gonna be a LOOOOOONG ride!!!!