A sense of direction. Some people are born with it, some can develop it...and then...well, there are those of us who are the "chosen ones".
You know who we are.
We aimlessly walk around a mall trying to figure out which way we came in or better yet...we wander through the dreaded mall parking lot. Ugh...the parking lot. What did people do before that button on their keys that honked the horn to find their car in a crowded lot? I shudder to think.
I remember being fifteen years old when my Dad decided to teach me how to drive. He had a beast of an old green Ford truck that for whatever reason, he decided would be good for me to learn with. Going to the parking lot of my high school, Dad tried to show me how to go from the clutch to the gas, while shifting gears in between.
When I took the wheel, I quickly began an intricate dance of nothing short than bouts of whiplash, until Dad decided it was time to take a break. He sat quietly and rubbed the back of his neck. Not wanting to discourage me, he decided to talk about something else.
"You know, another important aspect of driving is being able to read a map. You need to learn to know where you're going."
My ability to read a map was going to be about as good as my finesse in driving a standard.
"Dad. I'm never going to figure any of this out and the LAST thing I'm worried about is learning how to read a map. Besides. One day, someone will invent a cool thingy that will be in your car and it'll tell you exactly where to go anyway. It will be totally awesome."
(Did I forget to mention it was 1988?)
Dad began to laugh and pointed back to the ignition for me to try again. "Honey, there's no such thing as something that 'tells you how to get somewhere' and I doubt there ever will be. Learn how to read a map."
That was 25 years ago and I still tease him about that conversation. Needless to say, I don't drive a standard anymore and I still hate to read a map.
I was reminded of my horrible sense of direction yesterday when I got lost. Very, very lost. Even worse...it was in the city lost. So lost that my trusty GPS (that I had so brilliantly predicted years ago) couldn't even point me in the right way.
Aaaaah yes. A sense of direction. Some people are born with it, some can develop it...and then...well, there are
those of us who are the "chosen ones" - the ones who could actually end up being the life of the party...if only we could figure out where the party was.
You're the BEST for VOTING!!! We're moving UP!
THANK YOU!!!
You know who we are.
We aimlessly walk around a mall trying to figure out which way we came in or better yet...we wander through the dreaded mall parking lot. Ugh...the parking lot. What did people do before that button on their keys that honked the horn to find their car in a crowded lot? I shudder to think.
I remember being fifteen years old when my Dad decided to teach me how to drive. He had a beast of an old green Ford truck that for whatever reason, he decided would be good for me to learn with. Going to the parking lot of my high school, Dad tried to show me how to go from the clutch to the gas, while shifting gears in between.
When I took the wheel, I quickly began an intricate dance of nothing short than bouts of whiplash, until Dad decided it was time to take a break. He sat quietly and rubbed the back of his neck. Not wanting to discourage me, he decided to talk about something else.
"You know, another important aspect of driving is being able to read a map. You need to learn to know where you're going."
My ability to read a map was going to be about as good as my finesse in driving a standard.
"Dad. I'm never going to figure any of this out and the LAST thing I'm worried about is learning how to read a map. Besides. One day, someone will invent a cool thingy that will be in your car and it'll tell you exactly where to go anyway. It will be totally awesome."
(Did I forget to mention it was 1988?)
Dad began to laugh and pointed back to the ignition for me to try again. "Honey, there's no such thing as something that 'tells you how to get somewhere' and I doubt there ever will be. Learn how to read a map."
That was 25 years ago and I still tease him about that conversation. Needless to say, I don't drive a standard anymore and I still hate to read a map.
I was reminded of my horrible sense of direction yesterday when I got lost. Very, very lost. Even worse...it was in the city lost. So lost that my trusty GPS (that I had so brilliantly predicted years ago) couldn't even point me in the right way.
Aaaaah yes. A sense of direction. Some people are born with it, some can develop it...and then...well, there are
those of us who are the "chosen ones" - the ones who could actually end up being the life of the party...if only we could figure out where the party was.
You're the BEST for VOTING!!! We're moving UP!
THANK YOU!!!
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