Avoid carguments
There's this ad on TV at the moment for some form of in-car navigation system. It shows all these different people, driving around, getting lost, looking at maps and basically getting pretty mad at each other. At the end there's this catch phrase: "Avoid carguments."
Funny cos it's true. So, so true.
I have a serious disability. I am directionally impaired. Seriously, I could get lost on a round trip from my bedroom to the bathroom. I've gotten a bit better since travelling on my own, because you have to be able to find stuff. But to be honest I'm still pretty bad. A few people have suggested that I get a Tom Tom or something similar, but I just think that's cheating.
On Wednesday my parents and I drove from Fremantle to Busselton. It's a pretty simple route. You basically get on one highway and drive south.
Yet somehow we managed to get lost in the first 10 minutes.
I really don't know how it happened. I looked at the map, I wrote down the directions and I was reading the road signs. Yet we ended up driving north on the Kwinana Freeway when we should have been driving south. Dad was driving and I was navigating. We took the first exit and then I whipped out my trusty laptop and consulted GoogleMaps to figure out where we were. Driving in the wrong direction - that's where we were.
So we got turned around and managed to get to Busselton. Beautiful, relaxing, highly recommended. But then this morning we had to drive to Albany. Again, a pretty simple journey and we actually got here ok. Most of the stress actually occurred before we got in the car, when I was trying to explain to my dad the route we were taking. We were going to take the South West Highway which would have gone through Pemberton. But I think we might go back that way, and the all-knowing GoogleMaps told me to go via Mt Barker on Muirs Highway instead (FYI, GoogleMaps was wrong on that one). Cue the following conversation with my dad:
Dad: "I thought we were going through Pembleton."
Me: "No, we were going to go that way, but now we're not. And it's actually Pemberton, not Pembleton."
Dad: "Oh, so we go past Pembyton, but not through it."
Me: "No, see, the map, we're not going near Pemberton. And it's not Pembyton, it's Pemberton. Pem...ber...ton."
Dad: "Pem...bell...ton."
Me: [Takes deep breath through gritted teeth]
Dad: [To mum] "I think she needs coffee."
Funny cos it's true. So, so true.
I have a serious disability. I am directionally impaired. Seriously, I could get lost on a round trip from my bedroom to the bathroom. I've gotten a bit better since travelling on my own, because you have to be able to find stuff. But to be honest I'm still pretty bad. A few people have suggested that I get a Tom Tom or something similar, but I just think that's cheating.
On Wednesday my parents and I drove from Fremantle to Busselton. It's a pretty simple route. You basically get on one highway and drive south.
Yet somehow we managed to get lost in the first 10 minutes.
I really don't know how it happened. I looked at the map, I wrote down the directions and I was reading the road signs. Yet we ended up driving north on the Kwinana Freeway when we should have been driving south. Dad was driving and I was navigating. We took the first exit and then I whipped out my trusty laptop and consulted GoogleMaps to figure out where we were. Driving in the wrong direction - that's where we were.
So we got turned around and managed to get to Busselton. Beautiful, relaxing, highly recommended. But then this morning we had to drive to Albany. Again, a pretty simple journey and we actually got here ok. Most of the stress actually occurred before we got in the car, when I was trying to explain to my dad the route we were taking. We were going to take the South West Highway which would have gone through Pemberton. But I think we might go back that way, and the all-knowing GoogleMaps told me to go via Mt Barker on Muirs Highway instead (FYI, GoogleMaps was wrong on that one). Cue the following conversation with my dad:
Dad: "I thought we were going through Pembleton."
Me: "No, we were going to go that way, but now we're not. And it's actually Pemberton, not Pembleton."
Dad: "Oh, so we go past Pembyton, but not through it."
Me: "No, see, the map, we're not going near Pemberton. And it's not Pembyton, it's Pemberton. Pem...ber...ton."
Dad: "Pem...bell...ton."
Me: [Takes deep breath through gritted teeth]
Dad: [To mum] "I think she needs coffee."