Being married to a mathematical genius has many advantages. I have never had to pay the bills, or balance the checkbook, decipher the taxes, or better yet, figure out the tip for servers. As soon as the children became old enough, I had him teach them how to work out the tip, so they could do it whenever we ate out without him. On the rare occasion I have to leave a tip on my own, I usually give too much in an effort not to be stingy. If the genius finds out, the comments begin, “You left a THIRTY-SIX PERCENT TIP!” or “This server must have been GREAT!” So I solve this problem by leaving cash.
This mathematician is REALLY all about numbers. He was a very happy camper when they put those trip counters in cars, so he could set it whenever we start out anywhere. Not just on long trips, but jaunts to the grocery or post office or whatever. Many times I hear remarks like this, “Did you know it’s 14.2 miles from our house to this restaurant?” or “The Perrys only live 3.8 miles from us.” Of course, being a woman, I’m not at all interested in how far some place is, I just want to know how long it takes to get there and what time I need to be ready to go.
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I'm not a math genius, but I know how far it is in tenths of miles from the nearest Starbucks to my garage. I clock it every time and it's always the same.
Betty has never put gas into a car. She arranges her life around full serves.
I think you're on to something, here.
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