We hop in the car and skadoodle down the road. As we travel, she fills me in and we discuss the situation, then either continue running or turn around and go back home.
I guess I would go, but I honestly wouldn’t feel too alarmed about it until I got some facts. That is, I would go more to humor him.
We also live in the city, and don’t have a car. So we wouldn’t be so much “going on the run” as we’d be “going on public transportation” and you know what THAT means. We’d be walking to the subway, waiting for the train, oh it turns out the express train is running local, should we maybe try to take the express bus?, well what if we took the local and then transferred? … we’d have plenty of time for discussion.
Get the go bags, the rabbits (in carrier), and go. He can tell me while we’re driving.
I’d follow my husband anywhere for any reason, but he’d have plenty of time to explain while we tried to round up four kitties and stuff them in carriers!
If she said it to me I better get an explanation, even a short one. If I said it to her she better be heading for the door. Don’t worry it makes sense to me.
Since I’m the only one in the household with a driver’s license, I guess I’d better go. Grab the cats and vamoose.
I’m single (you bastard!) - but I’d trust any woman I was in a relationship with. (That’s part of the point, right?) If my girlfriend/wife/live-in-six-figure-escort says we need to run, I can wait to learn how we’ve earned Skald’s ire until we’re en route to a safe place.
Woman, and would go, asking questions later. I’ve had several long-term relationships with men who had military history, mild PTSD in a couple of cases, but none whose mental stability I questioned. MrTao doesn’t have military history, but an interesting prison-guard history, including state awards and medical retirement during one particularly nasty riot.
I guess you could say I appreciate the chain of command / immediate action thing enough to hup to it, but bet your ass I’ll want answers, probably on the way. Everyone’s got secrets, and I respect that, but I’ll do just fine on my own, so if someone wants me to share his life he’d better let me in on it; otherwise he can send a postcard.
Besides, can’t guard his back if I don’t know which way the shit’s coming.
what’s the rabbit going to tell you?
Woman and go. Like other Doper couples, we’ve discussed this a bit, usually after watching some action flick in which melodrama ensues because someone didn’t grab 'n go when told. I assume I would find out later, either when he had time to tell me or when I beat it out of his killer(s) after stalking and tormenting them.
I am currently alive to type this post because I have: Been there. Down that.
[evil!skald]
I have made note of your insolence and made arrangements for Jude Law to be savagely beaten in your stead.
Never torture killers out of a desire for revenge. It’s bad policy and leads to poor decision-making in crisis situations. Torture should be reserved for moments.
If it’s Rhymerian ire you’re fleeing, wouldn’t the whole thing be a ploy to get you out of the house?
[/evil!skald]
More seriously: You’re right about trust being the issue, but I have a question. Do you mean that you’d trust any woman you’re in a relationship because you’re in a relationship with her, or that you’d not be in a relationship with any woman whose judgment you wouldn’t trust under these circumstances?
okay, I’ll bite …(in the name of all the teeming millions…) “Details, please?”
Cummon now…you can’t leave the rest of us Dopers just hanging there… We’re a curious bunch, ya know.
(for the record…if my spouse told me to get running, I’d demand a simple, 30-second, one-sentence explanation first.There are only about 2 or 3 possiblities, and it only takes one senence to explain.
Are we supposed to be running from a guy with a gun, a natural disaster, an explosion at the factory, or alien spaceships.?
Single but I’ll treat it as a theoretical exercise.
I’d go immediately (with the exception of not abandoning our theoretical children). You marry somebody, you should trust them. Unless there’s a specific reason to have doubts, like a history of paranoid delusions or bad practical jokes, I’m going to assume this is real.
But once we were in the car and zooming down the expressway, we’d have a Talk.
We’ve had some quick “gottagorightnow” moments, but they weren’t fleeing from; more going to. When my wife was on winter break one year she got a call that my uncle had a heart attack and my aunt was out of town, leaving two teenage girls home alone with their dad in the hospital. My wife called me at work and said, “I’m on the road, see you in a few days.”
When her grandfather had an accident and was in a coma she called me to say she would be picking me up at work in a few minutes.
She tends to keep her head in emergency situations. If she told me it was time to go, we go; like some other dopers I’d just call it an emergency road trip.
I am going to try to answer in reverse, but I don’t think MrTao would go just because I told him to. He might, but it’s a 50/50 guess at this point.
On the one hand, he knows I keep calm in certain crises better than he does; the more emotional or dramatic things get, the more I cool down. So if I dead-panned to him “We’re going, now. No questions.” he has no reason not to take me seriously.
On the other hand, I wasn’t feeling so well over the weekend, had a suspicion of what it was but told him he really didn’t want to know, and I’d let him know once I saw the doc. Saw the doc yesterday, I’m fine, but he apparantly panicked the whole weekend over it, even though I started feeling better long before the doc’s appointment. So now he’s grumpy that I made him worry.
To his credit, he didn’t let on he was that worried until after the doc appointment. But still…
I am totally the type to need an explanation, without a doubt.
That said, whenever such a thing has occurred, there was always something in his tone, that told me to just do it - and I did.
Followed by, “I’m so impressed you didn’t question me and just did it!”
(Once to avoid contact with a large jungle snake!)
Zoom, zoom, yak later…
I’d grab the kids, the beagle, and my purse and off we’d go.
A similar situation occurred recently, except it was a tornado watch, and it was my spouse (and kids) trusting me when I hollered, “Time to get to the basement!”
Well, except the dog. He wasn’t particularly worried. I had to practically drag him out of bed. Stupid dog.
Hell, I didn’t even read to the end of the OP.