(This is cyclist more than cycling related.)

6:30 in the morning. My dear, usually sweet partner is making a lot of noise downstairs preparing to go for a bike ride.

Comes back up to the bedroom - I thought to kiss me goodbye - but no! "Do you know where the pedal wrench is?" He's switching to his summer bike (sorry for those who are still in the snow!) and needs to switch his pedals.

"Have you tried the basket near the door?"

Dear, Usually Sweet Partner goes back downstairs, fumbles and makes more noise. Doesn't sound like he's found it. I crawl out of bed, get down there. Take the clear plastic box that has the "BIKE STUFF: pedals, saddles, lights, stuff you wouldn't believe..." on it from where he was looking. "I checked that one already." I open the box, take the clear plastic bag that contains pedals AND the pedal wrench and grease and stuff.

*sigh*

Is incapacity to find what's in your face (and labeled as such) something on the Y chromosome? Or it's just so that in a couple one has to find things and the other one can't??

This is unbelievable.