I’m the first to admit that I’m not so crash hot at giving directions. Actually I’m not that good at direction in general. Sometimes I sit in the car and have to mentally figure out how to get somewhere before I leave the driveway. Yes, sad, I know.
Then I was driving around today running some errands, you know going to the pet shop to stock up on things for Jack, buying Season 5 of The Hills, the day it came out (a now not so secret obsession of mine!) and for the first time I started looking at street names.
I started thinking about my crap sense of direction, and then realised that when I do know where I’m going, it’s just that. I know where I’m going, but I couldn’t for the life of me tell you most of the street names en route somewhere. If someone asks me for directions, I count sets of traffic lights, or say things like turn right at the 5th street, bugger me if I know what the 5th street is called I just know that it’s the 5th one!
Sometimes I wonder how I actually make it anywhere without getting seriously lost. And yes I am indeed one of those people who has to turn a map around so the roads are pointing in the direction we’re going. I’d rather read street names upside down than pretend I can be tricky and tell my husband to turn left when it looks like it should be right, but really is left, but only looks left when you turn the map around so it looks like it’s going in the same direction as you. Confused yet? Me too.
So the moral of this story is? Don’t ask me for directions, and can someone please buy me a GPS!