I live with a human GPS. He never gets lost and can go someplace once, (at night, yet!) and remember how to get there again two years later. I kid you not. As we drive along, he'll point out landmarks, saying things like, “Don't you recognize this?” I rarely recognize whatever it is. After all these years together, you'd think he'd know better than to ask. It must be a great trial for him to be married to someone who, once got so confused when checking out of a Disney resort they'd stayed at for a week, let him think she was lazy, rather than stupid, after stepping out of the room to help with the bags and having no clue which direction the car was parked. We were on the plane, headed home, before I told him the truth. It takes me a long time to remember how to get from point A to point B, but if I travel there enough eventually I will; until then I plug the info into the car's GPS, just to be sure I get where I'm going. It's my nature. Once I'm sure of something, I'm sure of it, but until then I keep asking questions and following the GPS. I like to think that being geographically challenged isn't the worst fault a person can have. Plus it makes the more gifted among us feel superior, and can't we all use a little of that from time to time?
~Elise Skidmore ©2023