The Differences

There are obvious differences between males and females.  Some, while not subtle, don’t seem to correlate to the different anatomies.

(And, for the record, I believe there are two genders, but three types of people: man, woman and transitioning (either way).  I don’t understand why some people talk about six genders.  I am too old to be edgy, cool or thinking outside the box.  I live in a box.  It is on top of three other boxes in a building of boxes.   Many people in New York City live happily inside a box.  Some have outdoor space, so those people are LIVIN’ LARGE in and out of the box, baby.

But I digress.  AGAIN.)

Where am I going with this?  Today, I was subjected to a maddeningly persistent, non-anatomical, yet somehow hard-wired, difference.

Two men were talking about how a package needed to get from point A to point B but neither made any effort to undertake the details necessary to make that dream a reality.  Then they both look at me and I, startled, look at them and then turn around to see what’s happening behind me. Nothing.  Really?  Really?  Are you both really incapable of having your assistants help you with this, or G-d forbid, do it yourself?

I bet you stand in front of an open refrigerator and ask your wife where the carton of milk is (as in the one right in front of you).