Why We Can Never be on THE AMAZING RACE
The reason why Dave and I could never partner up for THE AMAZING RACE has little to do with my fear of heights and my distaste for airline travel.
It has to do with the complete and utter lack of ability for us to get from point A to point B with A.) not fighting or B.) in a timely and effecient manner.
Each week we go to some friends’ house for dinner and fellowship. The live approximately 45 seconds away by car.
45. Seconds. Away.
The trouble is that there are two possible routes to take. Imagine the route being like a clock. We live at the 10 and our friends live at the 4. So, we could go clockwise to get there or, yup, counterclockwise.
Every single freakin’ week we argue about which is the better way to go. We argue for the entire 45 seconds. I am pro-counterclockwise. Dave is all about clockwise. He is wrong. And, I think he knows it. So, one week we took two cars — each in our favorite directions. We arrived at exactly the same time. And this settled nothing. Not a thing. We continue to grumble and bark at each other… on our way to dinner, fellowship, and prayer.
So, for Spring Break Grandma treated the family to a short vacation at Whidbey Island. This is a wonderful place only 1 hour and 15 minutes away from our house — and that is including the ferry ride. When one travels to Whidbey Island one morphs from suburbia to rural and quaint. This is a place with “locals.” And we managed to turn that hour and fifteen minutes into two hours and 20 minutes.
I won’t go into the details. But it was totally Dave’s fault. He even thinks so.
The good news is that we didn’t fight. Izzy said, “Aunt Kari, you didn’t even use the F-Word one time!”
See, now, that is a good vacation.
OH MY GOSH!
Thank you so much.
I needed a really good laugh this morning and you certainly provided that for me! :-)
I am with Dave, clock wise from your house to the house at 4 o clock is the “faster” way to go. :)
The only hope for me ever being on Amazing Race (the best reality series), is to go with Kaela. One of those sweet, “oh look at the old lady–her daughter’s so good to her” teams. Scott and I don’t currently seem destined for divorce but doing this type of an adventure would probably precipitate major marital problems. We’ve been fighting about directions for well over 20 years!
Sorry Kari, but Dave’s right. Clockwise is the way to go. Of course it is also the way to go home!! HAHAHA! Just to throw another leg to argue about!