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Uhg. Don't know how many times I've told the g/f and her daughter to fill up the gas tank at 1/2 tank. Because you know, reasons. But god forbid they do that because they can run it all the way down and feel like they aren't spending as much money on gas.

And the gf keeps her phone on silent because she hates the ringer.

So her daughter run out of gas and swears she still has some even though the damn needle on on E, then calls her mom who doesn't answer the phone because it doesn't ****ing ring.

Then I get the panicked phone call to help.

Got the car home and wonder wtf no one listens to the guy who you know, knows stuff and doesn't live in "It will be fine" land.
 
Oh yeah, her car is falling apart, it's 20 years old. I told her to start saving for a new one when she got it. Guess what?

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
 
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9 minutes ago, Hauptmann6 said:
Uhg. Don't know how many times I've told the g/f and her daughter to fill up the gas tank at 1/2 tank. Because you know, reasons. But god forbid they do that because they can run it all the way down and feel like they aren't spending as much money on gas.

And the gf keeps her phone on silent because she hates the ringer.

So her daughter run out of gas and swears she still has some even though the damn needle on on E, then calls her mom who doesn't answer the phone because it doesn't ****ing ring.

Then I get the panicked phone call to help.

Got the car home and wonder wtf no one listens to the guy who you know, knows stuff and doesn't live in "It will be fine" land.
 
Oh yeah, her car is falling apart, it's 20 years old. I told her to start saving for a new one when she got it. Guess what?

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
 

Wife used to drive.  Same stuff!  Many times I used to have her follow me into the gas station.

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56 minutes ago, Huaco Kid said:

Why can't men put the seat down?

Company I worked at had men’s and women’s restrooms in the front of the building but only a big men’s room with shower in the shop. The big one became unisex when they hired a bunch of women in the shop. The toilet policy was seat down, lid down for everyone who used the shop restroom. The women got upset because they had to touch the lid. They were okay with the men putting the seat down but all hell broke lose when they had to put the lid down. 

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1 hour ago, Hauptmann6 said:
Uhg. Don't know how many times I've told the g/f and her daughter to fill up the gas tank at 1/2 tank. Because you know, reasons. But god forbid they do that because they can run it all the way down and feel like they aren't spending as much money on gas.

And the gf keeps her phone on silent because she hates the ringer.

So her daughter run out of gas and swears she still has some even though the damn needle on on E, then calls her mom who doesn't answer the phone because it doesn't ****ing ring.

Then I get the panicked phone call to help.

Got the car home and wonder wtf no one listens to the guy who you know, knows stuff and doesn't live in "It will be fine" land.
 
Oh yeah, her car is falling apart, it's 20 years old. I told her to start saving for a new one when she got it. Guess what?

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
 

Do you want a considered opinion or a sarcastic reply?  :biggrin:

Consider the feminine mindset is fundamentally:  someday my prince will come.

Females from birth to the grave, believe that whatever problem they have, whatever predicament they encounter, a man will save them, thus, they never develop or need  problem-solving skills.

My sister and late wife were like your relatives:  no need to buy gas because there is enough, there is always enough, to get where they need to go and back again and, hey, if there isn't enough gas, father, brother, boyfriend, husband will be along to make it all better.

Their prince will always come when called.

Consider also that women have good reason to think this way.  From very early ages, males are always there to fix their problems.  We train girls and women to be dependent by being that  prince that will come.  A phone call or a pouty look solves a woman's problems.

I suggest that we would do them a greater service by saying, No. I'm not coming.  Solve the problem.  Learn from experience.

 

That is just a considered opinion.

I suggest that the one and only legitimate answer is women are like that because -- they're women.  :biggrin:

 

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27 minutes ago, tous said:

Consider the feminine mindset is fundamentally:  someday my prince will come.

Shut up.

Our species was born upon,  the female will find the best male,  which could provide for her children.

And the male will find the best female which could take care of his children.

Big Hips do it.  Look at 'em!

Wooo!

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34 minutes ago, Huaco Kid said:

The birds do it in the backyard.

According to Cole Porter, even educated fleas do it.

So, does this mean that ignorant fleas don't?

I am not sure that I want smart fleas running around.

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2 hours ago, Huaco Kid said:

The birds do it in the backyard.

I made a suggestion to the wife one warm Summer day.  I told her I would have her nails done in Grass Green and her toes done in Sky Blue so they would match the background.

She said "NO".  I'll think of something else.

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You all crack me up.  I want the seat and lid BOTH down in my bathroom.  (If I clean that bathroom, it's mine).  You can do whatever you want with the seat and lid in your own.  And I've run out of gas once in 50+ years, at night, on the interstate, in the pouring rain, before there were cell phones.  I walked to the nearest gas station, borrowed their gas can, walked back, put in enough gas to get back to the gas station, drove there, filled the tank, and drove home.  It was unpleasant.  I am very careful to never let that happen again.  And I take both vehicles (his and mine) to get oil changes regularly, because no one else around here has time for that.  Mr C does have to rescue me (and the rest of the world) from my occasional homicidal crankiness by providing my tea in the mornings, and chocolate on long hikes.  You should be grateful.  The world would be far less pleasant if he weren't so good at caffeinating and sugaring me up.  

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