Recently I discovered a big gap in my education.
A few friends and I were planning a pontoon boat trip to do some very special birdwatching in a location that can only be reached via water. Our only question was: Who's going to drive the pontoon boat?
Now, we're all adult ladies of varied ages and impressive accomplishments. We collectively found it pretty embarrassing that none of us was confident enough to say we'd drive without a certain degree of hesitation. I finally said I'd drive, just to move the process along.
I confessed my lack of experience to the young woman who was taking my reservation and she assured me they'd show and tell me everything I needed to know. I mean, I consider myself a decent car driver and I should be able to handle it, right?
I told her the thing that worried me the most was that last 10 feet before you reach the dock. She promised they'd come out and catch me.
She was really nice about it.
What stung was the remark of my friendly handyman, who I'd recruited to find me a boat driver, just in case that was an option. If he can't do the work himself, he always seems to "know a guy" who can do whatever I need done around the house, so I asked him.
And he said, in his distinctively Southern good ol' boy way, "I thought everyone knew how to drive a boat."
I never considered it a deficit before, but I do now.