Mrs. C’s children, the step-cranks, often call for directions when they are lost. Yes they have a Garmin, but they prefer their maternal GPS system. Listening to these conversations is a treat. Mrs. C does not just tell them where to turn….well just listen to an example:
“Where are you now? Rt. 9. OK do you see a Shell Gas Station on your right? Good. Go three blocks, on the right you will see an Arbee’s on the left is a Stewarts. Go through the next light, and turn right at the “Your Gold for Sale” sign. Three more blocks and turn left at Watanobee Street, it will be just after a large blue house with a white fence on your right. OK then. Good luck.
Yesterday I was sent off to grocery shop. Mrs. Cranky made out a list in my presence to insure I could read her items. I hate grocery shopping as I am all over the store looking for stuff. I end up doing each aisle multiple times trying to find a single item.
Yesterday I was whipping through the store. Every time I found an item on the list, the next item was close by. I started with bread. By the time I reached the last aisle, dairy, I realized why I was moving so fast.
Mrs. Cranky had placed each item in order as I would find them in the store. Mind you, this store was the one near my Gym, a store where she seldom shops, and yet she knew where every item was. In the exact order!
I have no sense of direction; I am not good with maps. Mrs. Cranky has many wonderful attributes; I particularly need her internal GPS.