You are late because your squeeze changed her outfit three times since you were ready. Being male,
you know everything, but now cannot find this party in the fading light. Out comes the Gregory's,
Melways or UBD. Of course she is still drying her nail varnish, but will try and give you the directions.
Then ...
then
you notice her turning the book to the same direction as the car's travel.
WOMEN CANNOT READ A NORTH UP MAP. Its genetic. They cannot translate Easts & Wests into
Lefts & Rights, without spinning the directory into the correct orientation. Enter the era of the Satellite
Navigators. Who needs a wife's directions? You can now have the soft cultured tones of a TOMTOM
telling yo where to go. Huh!**#
"Honey, YOU missed that turn 300 metres back there."
SATNAVs- the hottest stocking stuffer for Xmas '07.
But you've been warned, its another woman in your car.
