Male-Pattern Blindness

OK. I am now used to being harrassed by my son, Fraser, about how "that man looks like you daddy" when we visit the toilet at the local mall and are "faced" with endless picture of the backs of people's heads.Fine. I'm used to that now.Now Heather is accusing me of "male-pattern blindness" as well. On Saturday I spent 10 minutes searching through the back of the fridge for some paté to no avail. I'm sure I looked for it on Sunday as well, but today she pulls it out and waves it at me purporting that it was at the front of the refrigerator all along.I'm not convinced.

OK. I am now used to being harrassed by my son, Fraser, about how "that man looks like you daddy" when we visit the toilet at the local mall and are "faced" with endless picture of the backs of people's heads.

Fine. I'm used to that now.

Now Heather is accusing me of "male-pattern blindness" as well. On Saturday I spent 10 minutes searching through the back of the fridge for some paté to no avail. I'm sure I looked for it on Sunday as well, but today she pulls it out and waves it at me purporting that it was at the front of the refrigerator all along.

I'm not convinced.

It must have something to do

It must have something to do with your name, because my Andrew exhibits the same "male-pattern blindness" you speak of.

Susanne Ruthven

Andrew- Pattern Blindness

Thanks Susanne,

It is such a relief to be able to blame this on one's parents. I'll pass that on to Heather and I'm sure she'll be absolutely rapt that it isn't my fault.

Cheers,
(an) Andrew

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