“In the refrigerator,” I shout from my office, where I am busily engaged in writing a new post for my blog.
“I don’t see it,” he complains.
“It’s on the second shelf, left side,” I direct.
“It’s not here!” he insists.
“Alright; I’ll be right there,” I say with a hint of annoyance in my voice.
I get up from the computer, walk out of my office, trek through the hall down to the kitchen, open the refrigerator door, look inside and in two seconds, hand him the bottle of ketchup.
“Oh,” he says. “You didn’t tell me you hid it behind the milk.”
Do men have congenital deformities that prevent them from finding anything? Is there a genetic determinant causing them to dismiss the concept of looking behind something to find what they seek?
This scene must replay in homes across the globe; I am convinced that it is universal.
Am I right? Do you agree? Please respond to this post and tell me if my allegation is true in your home.