In which Mr. Improbable gets major points
So, Hanukkah is over, and I'm not expecting anything. Which is fine, Mr. Improbable and I aren't always big on gifts, and I didn't get him anything, either. And then tonight what should arrive in the mail for me but--a GPS. I desperately need one of these and hate shopping for electronics almost as much as I hate driving in Boston. Here's to married romance! The heck with generic roses and diamonds. Give the one you love the things she truly needs. Because ...
Oh, she may be weary
Cambridge girls do get weary
From driving on streets that are a mess,
But when she gets weary,
Try a little GPS.
You know she's there waiting
Just anticipating
Clear signs this town will never, ever possess
When she's out driving,
And without them,
Try a little GPS.
It may be sentimental
But she's had wrong turns and scares
And a quick "turn left"
So soft and gentle
Makes these roads easier to bear.
Route 2, she just don't get it
This gift, she won't forget it
The next time she drives to suburbs west
'Cause it's so easy
With her little GPS.
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Who is Miss Conduct?
Robin Abrahams writes the weekly "Miss Conduct" column for The Boston Globe Magazine. Robin, who has a PhD in psychology from Boston University, has worked as a theater publicist, organizational-change communications manager, editor, stand-up comedian, and professor of psychology and English. She lives in Cambridge with her husband, Marc Abrahams, founder of the Ig Nobel Prizes, which are given annually for achievements that first make people laugh and then make them think.
