My Real Life Example
Years ago, when my husband and I lived in Phoenix, Arizona, we had a boat (many do) and two of our favorite married couples also had boats. It was traditional for the six of us to head up to Saguaro Lake to spend the weekends talking, playing horseshoes, fishing and water skiing.
Each weekend the same thing happened and it always involved the three husbands. When it came time to stop water skiing and settle in to talk and eat, the men always wanted to tie the three boats together so we could easily jump from boat to boat and visit. This always took (and I’m not kidding) at least one hour, sometimes more.
Before you say, we must have dingbat husbands, all the men were in the auto industry with either bachelor’s or master’s degrees and worked for the Chrysler Corporation. Of the women, I was an HR Director, another wife worked as an adjuster for State Farm Insurance and the third was an office manager at a doctor’s office. We all had college degrees as well.
I don’t know each of their IQ levels but when it came to brainstorming on how to tie these three boats together, the men seemed to totally lose all common sense.
A typical conversation during the boat tying sessions flowed somewhat like this:
"How many buoys do we need?"
"But we have three boats of different lengths—don’t we need more?"
"Do we have enough anchors?"
The buoy topic was always dropped as the men pulled nylon water ropes of all lengths and starting tossing them at one another—more often than not, missing or slapping each other by accident.
The men would start standing, two on one end of one boat and the other on the same end of another boat. As they pulled and tugged—you guessed it—one end of the boat would indeed fall alongside the other. However, the other end of the boat flowed outward, sort of a “V" effect.
One of the men would charge to the open V section and try to correct the mistake, usually falling in the water.
The rope throwing, pulling and tying lasted at least half an hour. The discussion and placing of buoys took about fifteen minutes and because men are men, ropes had to be rechecked and rechecked to ensure they were tight.
We women on the other hand, stayed below in the cuddy cabin of the biggest boat, in cool air-conditioned comfort and laughed at the men along with spending some great quality time.
I kid you not—this happened every single time we all took the trip to Saguaro Lake.
On a side note, one weekend, while the men were fishing, we women tied the boats together in fifteen minutes.