Several decades ago, back when the local news reported local news and before GPS was readily available, you would occasionally see a story about some hapless geezer driving around Toldedo until his vehicle ran out of gas. Rendering aid, the Ohio State Troopers would ask his wife if she was OK based on the fact that her eyes were rolling back in her head.
"Yeah. No problem" she would say, her voice dripping sarcasm. "Don't suppose you can tell us which exit leads to downtown Grand Rapids?"
Yep. You read that right. They were supposed to be going to Grand Rapids, 180 miles away from where they ran out of gas.
We chuckle, but....
Sunk costs fallacy
It is a real thing. The old geezer took the wrong exit onto the freeway and went east out of Lansing instead of west. After driving for approximately the correct amount of time, he started looping around the freeway that circled the perimeter of the metropolitan area looking for the exit to "Downtown Grand Rapids".
Suggestions by his wife were brushed off. It is not in a man's DNA to stop and ask for directions. That is why we produce billions of sperm for every egg produced by a women. Our sperm refuse to ask for directions, too.
It is biting me
I volunteer at an organization that takes donations of baby cribs (among other things).
I was asked to assemble the cribs to ensure that all of the parts (especially the fasteners) were there...and then to disassemble them so it will fit in the trunk of the needy family's vehicle.
I couldn't do it. It feels like I am throwing away a half-hour of my life.
I offered to DELIVER the assembled cribs. I have a truck. My thinking is that a mom is more likely to accept a second-hand crib if she can see it in all of its glory and if she doesn't need to assemble it herself (or find somebody who will assemble it). That offer was rejected for reasons I don't understand.
And now I find myself not-motivated to volunteer. I rationalize, thinking that even if all of the parts are there when I assemble it doesn't mean that small, critical parts will not disappear before the recipient completes assembling it.
I suspect that the person who was giving me direction is baffled by my sudden lack of motivation.