I am directionally challenged and never know which way I’m supposed to be going. There’s a certain futility to my progress through the roads of the world. I can read a map — fortunately — but most maps don’t show small, local roads, so once I’m off the main highway, I’m lost again.
It doesn’t stop us from traveling, but it does make us stop and worry. It used to be that the GPS would always get us there … but that was before they started sending us through dirt roads in woods, back roads leading to collapsed bridges or that other road in Boston that has the same name but isn’t where the hospital is located.
Or to the wrong building of the same hospital. And as often as not, down a one-way street, the wrong way.
I print out directions. I bring the GPS on the theory it might actually help — but it rarely does. And we get there — maybe half the time.