<p>I can’t ever think about the problem of admitting a wrong without remembering driving around Myrtle Beach, SC, with my dad many, many years ago(before it was developed!). I was very patient and never said a word until I noticed that we had passed the same lumberyard for the 5th time. He had a funny look on his face and I asked him if we were lost. He immediately straightened his back and said, “Of course not, I was just trying to figure out what kind of wood they have stacked up there.” To this day, well, he will readily admit and apologize when he is wrong and I respect him so much for it, but he refuses to stop and ask directions!!!</p>
<p>zimmer-
Too funny!!</p>
<p>Yeah, my dad’s a character - he stencilled the phrase “Do It Right The First Time” on one side of the back of his pickup truck. He messed up and did it over on the other side. Mom and I were snickering the whole time watching him. When he came in he took one look at us trying to keep straight faces and announced that he did it that way on purpose.</p>
<p>:) Zimmer. I’m convinced that when testosterone > estrogen that the basic ability to admit mistakes is compromised and the ability to develop alternate explanations for silly errors is enhanced.</p>