Over the years I\u2019ve developed a reputation for being really bad at all things mechanical. This includes math, putting things together, reading maps and working my phone, amongst many other things. It\u2019s all true, I\u2019m afraid, and my wife Rachelle, who is really, really good at figuring out how things works and then applying that knowledge, typically shoulders most of the responsibility for my deficits in these areas. I\u2019m more than a little sensitive about it, and yesterday I decided to assemble our newly purchased barbeque on my own while Rachelle was at work. These are the text messages that I sent to Rachelle while I was engaged in this project:<\/p>\n
M: I\u2019m going to assemble our barbeque.<\/p>\n
M: Yes, I am.<\/p>\n
M: Yes, I\u2019m serious.<\/p>\n
M: No, Chris isn\u2019t here. I\u2019m on my own.<\/p>\n
M: Really.<\/p>\n
M: Just me.<\/p>\n
M: Don\u2019t be condescending.<\/p>\n
M: All the pieces are spread out before me in the backyard.<\/p>\n
M: No, I can\u2019t put them back in the box.<\/p>\n
M: Because I threw out the box.<\/p>\n
M: And the instructions.<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n M: I don\u2019t need them. It all looks pretty obvious.<\/p>\n M: I can intuit these things.<\/p>\n M: Yes, like I can intuit the presence of a ghost or when a waitress has a crush on me.<\/p>\n