Desparate Housewife
I'm sitting at my desk working. The phone rings. As usual, I pick the handset up before the first ring has completed. It's my wife on her cell phone calling from her car.
"It's me. If I'm on Route 1 can I still get to I-95 by taking Route 32?"
"Sure, but what direction are you going... north or south?"
"Damn! Too late! I missed the exit."
K-
I think she and I went to different schools together.
I consider myself directionally impaired.
Cas
Tis a wise and long-married man that allowed his wife the last word in that exchange.