Some people just can't or won't take responsibility for their own actions. They blame others for the negative events in their lives.

A classic example is a favorite story that my mother-in-law liked to tell about "Uncle Joe" when she was a girl in Utah. "Uncle Joe" was not her real uncle. "Uncle" and "Aunt" was simply the way in which young people in her neighborhood referred to the older people. Uncle Joe was driving what was possibly his Model A Ford with his wife in the passenger seat. As he slowed down, one of the car's front wheels came off and rolled on ahead of them. Uncle Joe slammed on the brakes and shouted, "'Well, if ya hadn't kept me in high so damned long!"

It was her fault!

Which reminds me about the new car that we bought in 2015 when we returned from our mission to Vanuatu. On its first trip to La Grande within that first week, we exited the freeway, and stopped at the stop sign as we entered the highway from Union. Another car immediately rear-ended us. I got out of the car to survey the damage, and to talk to the other driver. There was no apparent damage to either car, but we exchanged our identifications and information. I then asked, "Why did you run into me?"

He threw his head back, looked up into the air, closed his eyes, and said with great emphasis, "I was listening to my wife!"

Her fault again. Wouldn't it be fun to be married to one of those guys?