So, I went over to the Brits blog and he’s talking about being directionally challenged when it comes to driving. I suffer from the same illness. I wonder if there’s a drug for it, if not they should invent one.
Before the Wife and I started dating I used to be able to get around everywhere without a problem. I’d look get or lookup directions and be where I needed to be, of course every now and then I’d have to double back on the road because I was going the wrong way,
no big deal.
Once we started to go out she made me realize how bad I was at this, or so she thinks.
Every turn I made was always questioned.
Why did you turn on Oak Park? You should have turned on Oketo? Oak Park does this curvy thing that takes you further east.
For years I’ve been turning on Oak Park because I believed it was the best way to get home. Sure I might save an extra 30 seconds of my life but what do they say about the road less traveled (what do they say? I can’t remember)
Soon it got kind of ridiculous, after a movie on the way home she would actually ask me “where are you going”
Home? You should have made a left on River Road instead of taking North Ave. all the way to Harlem.
What?!! What the hell is the difference? Both ways get us home. One bock away from my house she would be telling me to turn right on Schubert (I live on Schubert Ave.) most times she doesn’t talk, she just points her thumb in the wanted direction, like a hitchhiker.
It got so bad that in order to avoid any further arguments I just let her do all the directing.
Anywhere we go I tell her to just tell me “Left, Right or Straight”
Sometimes she’ll say “turn south or north” I’ll be like, uhhh?
Just tell me left or right!
The other day we drove 40 miles to pick up a $3 stool she bought form someone on Craig’s list, we ended up getting lost and I got blamed for it. I’m turning where you tell me to turn so YOU got lost not me. My job is to drive, I’m like your steering wheel, if I get lost when driving alone would it be fair to blame Maxine?
Sometimes she wont say anything even though she knows we’re going the wrong way, when I ask her why she didn’t say anything she says “I knew we were going wrong but you get mad if I tell you”
Uuhhh? I wonder just how far she would let me go? The Canadian or Mexican boarder?
First time I brought her to work she couldn’t believe I was able to find the place. She was so proud of me it was insulting.
Did you leave 5 hrs before the interview?