The Y Chromosome

Part I.

There seems to be something coded on the Y chromosome that is missing from its counterpart, X. Some combination of base pairs that makes guys do things or find joy in things that women find ridiculous, disgusting or juvenile. For example, Tuesday we put our minivan in the shop and secured a rental car while it was being worked on. Since I was in charge of this exchange, I got to pick the vehicle we would be using until the van is ready. As I'm sitting across the desk from rental car guy while he types away in an attempt to find my vehicle...my mind begins to wander. I begin to daydream about what type of car I'll get - maybe they're renting Ferrari's for $30 a day now! That's would be ridiculous -but maybe he'll offer a convertible Mustang or a 350Z - it could happen! The rental car guy starts speaking and brings me out of my daze. He offered me the "free" upgrades and said I could get a Chevy Impala or a NISSAN PATHFINDER. Now, no sane XY individual who finds himself in this situation is thinking, "Oh, yes! I was hoping for the Impala!" So, obviously I took the Pathfinder...and put into the contract that I was the only one driving. :)

Part II.

After driving said Pathfinder for a day or so, I noticed a unique feature on the beefy man car that I've not seen on a vehicle previously. It has a meter on the dash that tells you how much farther you can drive before you run out of gas. In the photo below it says "dte" which I assume stands for distance to empty.

According to this, I can drive 56 miles before expecting the testosterone mobile to run out of gas. For decades now, the XYs have been in a battle with that little red arm. "How far below 'E' can I go before the tank is really empty?" Now they've digitized the red arm - enabling it to taunt us with each passing mile, saying, "I DARE you to drive more than 56 miles before filling up!" I have no choice but to accept this challenge. The Y in me demands it. I must push "dte" into the negative numbers. I have to know if it really means I only have 56 miles left. If I back down from this challenge, I may as well be a rational XX.

P.S. Yes, there is a Seinfeld clip about this, but I couldn't find it on YouTube

P.P.S. If any of you happen to be driving by the hospital in Monroe on Friday morning and see someone walking down the road away from a stranded black Pathfinder...it's definitely not me.