You'd think that after two and a half years of living in a city, I'd at least be able to find my way from a restaurant back to campus. You'd be sorely, sorely wrong. Somehow, I ended up going in the opposite direction, merging onto strange highways that I didn't even know EXISTED and almost hit a UPS truck because I was fiddling with the oh-so-uncooperative GPS thing. And this is what happens when you have no directional sense whatsoever. I blame genetics for this. And also? I hope The Bug gets McMoose's annoyingly unerring sense of direction.
And as an aside to McMoose: I might not have the best sense of direction, but I do have pretty awesome senses about other things, as evidenced by the fact that I was right, I was right, I was RIGHT, RIGHT, RIGHT! Ha.
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