While driving this weekend, I missed so many turns in a row that my GPS system flashed “No Alternate Route Available” and stopped tracking my car.  It literally gave up on me.  Instead of being annoyed at the failed technology, I actually just felt very appreciative of anyone who’s ever driven shot gun with me.  It must be pretty annoying to have this conversation over and over again.  

You:  Ok, left here.  
Me:  Which way?  Could you just point?  Sometimes it’s hard for me to tell my left from my right.  
You:  Seriously?  Didn’t you go to a pretty good college?  
Me:  Well, I didn’t major in left from right, ok?  Which way?  
You:  We missed it.  Just take this next right and we’ll turn around.  
Me:  Do you mean this turn or the next turn?  
You:  This one.  
Me:  The one we just passed?  
You:  Yes.  Take a left here.  I know a different way.  
Me:  What do you mean by “left”?  Can’t you point like I told you?   
You:  Well, we missed that turn again.  
Me:  Who’s fault is that?  I did say point.  Should I switch lanes?  
You:  This is a two lane street.  
Me:  So is that a yes or no?  
You:  No.  Your hazards are on.  Have they been on for the entire twenty minutes?  
Me:  What?  
You:  And I need to change the station from soft rock.  My ears are bleeding.  
Me:  Don’t touch that.  Dido could come on at any second.   

Big hugs to you all.