I’m heading back to Michigan in early May for a wedding. While there, I’m probably going to visit my friends in Ann Arbor. Whenever I drive to Ann Arbor, I get directions from my mom. I don’t know why, though. My otherwise-talented mom has got to be the least effective directions giver on the planet.
“You’re going to go south for 10 minutes, and then you’ll see a sign for 96 East. Big green and white sign for 96 East. Remember 96 East because you don’t want to go there; you want to go west.”
My mom always acts so surprised when I call her from the road and tell her I’m lost.
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