(Shortly after we started dating)My husband is good at many, many things. He never studied in college and still managed to get all A's and B's. He doesn't get stressed. No biggie, he had a 10 page paper for a Master's class due the next day...all in a day's work. He restored a '58 Chevy and did all the regular maintenance on his '74 Challenger. What's that? You need to know something about history? Well, get ready, because he's the guy to ask. Dates, places, people...he knows it all. But there is one thing he really struggles with: navigation.
Seriously, the guy is directionally challenged. He's lacking that internal compass. It's something I've known about him since the very first time we went anywhere together. We were meeting a group of friends at the mall for lunch. When we left church, he went west and the mall was east. Afraid I may be in the car with some psycho kidnapper (not really, but you never know ;) ), I asked him where in the world he was going. He explained (like it was a normal thing to do) that in order to get to the mall he had to go back towards his house. It helped him to orient himself. Logical, but slightly pathetic for an adult. :) (Love you, babe)
He thought all his navigation woes were solved when GPSs became affordable. Wrong again.
On the way home from my grandma's funeral near the Oregon/Idaho border , I told him to go towards Sacramento after we left Reno. This was the way that was familiar to me. Reluctant to disobey his loyal GPS, he traveled deep into the Nevada desert...that is until his faithful GPS lost reception. Afraid we might become one of those lost families, we decided to back track the 2+ hours and follow my directions.
It's been 10 years since our first navigational adventure together, and considering he's lived his entire life in this same town, you would hope his navigational skills would improve. Unfortunately, they haven't. It's never a big surprise when I get a frantic call because his GPS, maps or sense of direction have failed him. Just this morning, he called because he exited the freeway on Ming. He was headed to Wible and ended up past Ashe. He obviously headed in the wrong direction. It's just baffling to me how after living all 29 years in the same town, you wouldn't realize that before driving about two miles the wrong way.
I guess all of his strengths make up for his navigational weakness. Now you know why I'm always driving everytime you see us pull up to an event.
5 comments:
I'm right there with Justin. Alif will ask me to point to the beach just to laugh at me when I get it wrong. *NO CLUE* which way is which. I do navigate our hometown pretty well, though.
this is hilarious to me! and my husband would love that truck for sure!
so funny! We love him anyways. Kurt has a pretty good internal compass, but he still gets lost... a lot. The man can barely navigate the mall. haha
I have great memories of Justin trying to give me directions to your appt!!! His many other talents definitely make-up for one little fault!
My daughter lacks the same "compass"!! We kept thinking that after a couple of months of driving, she'd figure it out (really, this town is NOT complicated!), but nope! She did get a GPS for Christmas, but still calls us for help sometimes!
Also, the Nevada dessert will lead you home...just via a different route! We go to Idaho frequently to visit family and I've seen many a hour in those desserts! :)
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