The day God dished out my skill set I think he might have been taking the proverbial.
Distinctly lacking in some of the basic skills, I'll never be a mover and shaker in the corporate world we live in. The ability to shut up, when to keep going is unlikely to get you a job promotion regardless of the veracity of what's said. The radar for picking wealthy men and the tenacity to shove them somewhere financially beneficial. Skill sets gone AWOL.
The facility for mimicking funny accents hardly seems a just compensation and there has yet to be an immigration website listing this skill as highly valued in aspiring new residents. When such a country declares itself I will emigrate.
The skill vacuum in the area of driving is one that is particularly annoying. I'm missing the driving gene.
As a kid, I went to speedway, watched two warm-up circuits, clapped and asked to go home. Being a dedicated day-dreamer is not one of the skills that lends itself to driving either. In a particularly delicious reverie a few months back, I drove past the exit that would get me out of the stupid toll tunnel that separates Northland from the civilised world where one can drive on the roads free of charge.