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Yesterday, I had a very serious illustration of exactly how bad her sense of direction is.
We were driving back to her house on a major road that had pretty heavy traffic. I told her that we could easily get around some of the worst of it by turning right and then taking a parallel road.
Easy enough, yes?
No.
We come to a T intersection and she says ... "I should turn right here, right?"
"Uh, no. That's back the way we came. Your house it to the left."
I think I forgot to mention that we were at this restaurant once, for lunch. She left to run and errand and came back for dessert.
Except that about 15 minutes after she left, my phone rang.
I didn't even say hello. I just went straight to, "How did you get lost?"
She has an in-dash GPS. She had marked the restaurant.
I must admit that it's impressive. She is directionally tone deaf.
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