Ben breaks the uncomfortable silence about a common affliction which blights the lives of too many men. (Well… their wives, mostly.)
Ben identifies the problem…
I recently came to from a stupor to realise I am in the latter stages of Male Pattern Blindness.
This is where you open the pantry cupboard to look for, say, the barbecue sauce, and though you stare long and intently, you see no sauce. In desperation you yell out ‘babe, where’s the barbecue sauce gone!? To which you get a frustrating reply like ‘it’s in the cupboard where it always is’.
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Maybe someone could sell some sort of ribbons or plastic bands to fund raise for a cure. Of course there’d probably be ongoing issues with finding the ribbons and bands when we wanted to wear them.