It's a guy thing, our propensity for pushing things to our absolute limit of not being able to handle a situation before asking for help. It must be in the DNA. Imagine a cave man running into a stranger on the savannah and asking, "excuse me, do you know where the sabre tooth tigers usually can be found?" To which the stranger answers, "I'm sorry, I'm just a visitor here." I think his descendents all wound up in Los Angeles, where the answer is, "no habla ingles." There's a certain justice to that, since we stole it from the Mexicans in the first place.