I love the old 'men can only do (upto) one thing at once' thing. My ex used to say that about me all the time.
Despite declaring me to be totally incompetent, she still phones me up every few months to fix her PC, usually at about 10 o/c in the evening because she has some urgent course work which needed to be handed in about 2 days previously and something has gone wrong 2 days
after the deadline (huh?)...
What normally happens is that I walk in, sit down and assess the problem. She calls this 'wasting time'.
Then I decide on a course of remedial action and start to implement it. She calls this 'messing about'.
I ignore those comments and try to get on with cookie-clearing, driver-reinstalling, really-not-so-obvious-turning-printer-on-at-the-mains, whatever, but I am then physically dragged away from the computer by her so that she can fix it herself!
It never ceases to amaze me that a woman who was pleading for me to be her unpaid computer technician 10 minutes ago, has suddenly become an I.T. specialist...
Despite being a member of the efficient gender, she would often play the old 'act first, think later' trick on herself; I lost track of how many times she did it over the years. We'd be in a hurry to go out, but she'd be finishing off about 2 hours of essay-writing. Despite constant reminders from me, she never used to save her work until she'd finished. She also wouldn't have auto-saving turned on in Word because she didn't like her 100 GB hard drive 'filling up with files'...
Eventually her version of War and Peace would be finished. She'd jump up from her chair and say "Sorry for keeping you waiting!" as she clicked the Close button in the corner of the Word window. Knowing what was about to happen I'd try to say "
No! make sure that you save yo..." but she was always too quick for me. A popup window would have appeared bearing what I'd consider a fairly important message - "Are you
really sure you want to throw away the essay that you've just sweated blood over?" A little tut-tutting sound would come from her lips, closely followed by an impatient conversation with the machine - "Of course I do, I know what I'm doing, just close down
now!"........... "... ur work first!!!!"
"What?"
"I was just saying that I'll go and put the kettle on - you'll be wanting a cuppa while you write that essay again!"
"What are you talking about, I just saved it!"
"No you didn't."
"Did!"
"Didn't!"
"Did!!!!!"
"Okay, if you can show me a copy of it, we can go to the pub, otherwise I'm heading to the kitchen!"
After 5 minutes of frantic searching, a little-girlish voice would ask "Er, where did I save it to...?"
"YOU DIDN'T SAVE IT. WORD TRIED WARNING YOU BUT YOU IGNORED THE WARNING AND LOST ALL YOUR WORK.
AGAIN!!!!"
Then she'd start crying.... Men - useless! Women - er, let's not go there
!