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Friday, July 29, 2005

I need my space

Despite the fact that I am the one doing all the driving practice with Fudge, she still has managed to pick up at least one bad habit from my wife. She moves the seat all the way up to the steering wheel, and then forgets to move it back when she gets out of the car. So I have to wedge myself in there somehow before I can reach the seat release lever and move it back.

I think I have discovered the female equivalent of the left-up-toilet-seat.

15 comments:

Doctor Bean said...

Does that mean that sometimes, in the dark, when you're tired, you pee on the steering wheel?

Jack's Shack said...

I understand. I hate having to force myself into the car so that I can move the seat back.

GunnyWalker said...

Hopefully not too close. If they get into a wreck, the air bag will give them a nice pop in the chest. (Actually knows one female that drives close enough to rest her elbows on the wheel as well.)

JC said...

I doubt it, unless you find thatinstead of coming to rest in your nice car seat, you end up with a splash, in a place you would rather have never touched in the first place. I will give you a few points for pain though, if you are bumping your knee's. :)

parcequilfaut said...

My mom is just a tiny lady, and I used to HATE it when she drove my car for exactly the same reason. And I'm only of slightly above-average height.

In fairness, may I point out that while wedging oneself into a seat MIGHT qualify as on a par with simultaneously landing in cold and not-precisely-sanitary water while bruising the backs of one's thighs on the porcelain, the former usually occurs when one is mostly in possession of ones' faculties, as opposed to in the dark and while half-asleep?

Forgetting to put the car seat back isn't the female version of forgetting to put the seat down. Forgetting to put the car seat back is the female version of the brown and denuded toilet paper roll still on the fixture, a jaunty fresh roll precariously balanced on the top. It would take 2 seconds to do either task out of consideration, but the fact is that exiting either the car or the rain room usually means the mind has moved on to the next thing. Plain as that. ;p

PsychoToddler said...

I'm gathering from the comments that there are a lot of women out there who sit first and look later.

Don't you at least check to see if the lid is closed?

That would be the equivalent of me walking into my pitch black garage and banging my knees into the closed car door.

fudge said...

wow, parcequilfat...you said that so perfectly...i am in awe...

Jack's Shack said...

If they would take a moment to look before they sit they would be much happier. It is their responsibility, not ours to fix the toilet seat.

parcequilfaut said...

When I am awakened by Nature's call at some ridiculous hour of the morning, I do not want to either turn on a light that might disturb my fellow sleepers or wake the cats and start an early-morning romp that will preclude going back to sleep, nor am I usually enough in control of my balance to get to the rain room without barking my shin on the trunk in the hall or nearly wiping out on a pair of castoff pants in the dressing room. I can't "look" as Jack's Shack suggests when my eyes are still swollen shut from sleep. By the same token, I'd give you the point, PT, if you were called upon on a regular basis to go to the garage while still 90% asleep, having performed no other at least moderately consciousness-inducing actions like dressing or brushing teeth. It makes a difference. (And I know at least one guy who voided all over the bathroom in the middle of the night because his mom left the lid down, and wasn't even aware of the fact until her shrieks of disgust woke him up...he just never really woke up. So the "not-really-awake" thing could probably be construed as cross-gender.)

At least Fudge agrees with me. (Thanks girl!)

PsychoToddler said...

Is it a perfect comparison...? No...and I think that's what I like about it...

(I dare you to identify that "almost quote")

fudge said...

incredibles. what did i win?

PsychoToddler said...

BAAAAAA

Wrong answer. Try again.

parcequilfaut said...

Ghandi?

That's what I always guess during Trivial Pursuit... :)

PsychoToddler said...

It's from "Mystery Men," the scene where Captain Amazing is trying to convince Casanova Frankenstein that, rather than destroy him with his evil zapper, he should let him go, and THEN destroy the city.

"Is it a perfect plan...no..and I think that's what I like about it...wait where are you going??"

Mrs. Balabusta said...

And when an unnamed tall PT blogger drives my car and moves the seat AND the mirrors do you know what I do? Do I complain? Do I whine?

No.

And you know why?

Cause I got power seats.

Yeah, that's the ticket. and my car is bigger than a lawn mower.