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A trip to the city isn’t usually stressful, except when it involves finding a place that we haven’t been before. Michael usually takes it all in stride and followed directions easily—at least until today.
“Turn left.”
Michael flicked the blinker switch to turn left.
“In two hundred yards at the end of the road, turn left.”
“Michael, where are you going?”
“I’m just following directions, Donna,” Michael sighed. “It doesn’t look right. Does it?”
“In 500 yards turn right.”
“It could be right. There are quite a few one-way streets in the city.”
“Do a U-Turn where possible.”
“Huh? But that’s where you said to go,” he said louder then necessary.
“Michael, calm down.”
Michael steered the car off the road and waited until a bus passed us. He obediently did a U-Turn and headed back through the intersection where he had made the last turn.
Donna patted her husband’s knee. “Just follow the directions and you’ll be fine.”
“Turn right, now.”
“But I just came from there.” Michael’s voice was tense; his jaw worked back and forth.
Donna rested her elbow on the door and waited for Michael to follow the instruction.
“Do a U-Turn where possible.”
“Oh, come on. What kind of directions are you giving me?”
“Michael.”
“Okay, okay. Sorry.” He took a deep breath and did a smooth U-Turn. “Now where?”
“In 100 yards turn left, then left.”
Michael sighed heavily. “This looks more like it, but I thought First Avenue was closer to Second Street.”
“Well,” Donna replied cautiously. “Sometimes the streets actually cross over.”
“Yeah, maybe.” He looked left then right before he carefully drove through another intersection.
“Do a U-Turn where possible.”
“Huh?” It was Donna’s turn to react. “That’s crazy.”
“I told you, Donna, this GPS has lost its sense of direction.”
“Maybe it’s the tall buildings interfering with the satellite,” Donna suggested looking up through the windscreen.
“Well, whatever’s causing it, it’s definitely confused. I’ll drive into this gas station and reset the address.”
Donna sat quietly as Michael reloaded the GPS with the city and street name.
“What’s the number, Hon,” he asked more gently.
Donna reached into her handbag for the slip of paper where she had carefully written the details for their insurance company’s head office. “183.” She kept the note in her hand.
“Okay, let’s try this again,” a much more controlled Michael said as he steered the car back onto the road.
“In 100 yards, turn left then take the next right.”
Michael drove in silence.
“Turn right.”
Donna warily looked at Michael. His jaw had almost fully relaxed again, and the foreign creases began to smooth out from his forehead.
She smiled and looked at the street signs as they appeared. “We should be there soon. First Street can’t be more than a block away.”
“Do a U-Turn where possible.”
Michael thumped the dashboard causing Donna to jump. He continued straight.
“Turn right, then first left.”
“That’s more like it,” Michael sighed.
“Destination on the right in two hundred yards.”
“Destination in one hundred yards.”
“Destination.”
Michael stopped the car opposite the “destination”. The confused two stared at each other then at the entrance to the city’s Cathedral. No other buildings were nearby.
“Perhaps this Global Positioning System is really a God Positioning System,” Michael said dryly with a lopsided grin.
Donna chuckled. She twisted in her seat so she could look through the rear window. “I think this time a U-Turn is in order,” she said with a playful smile.
“The sign on the building at the corner back there says '183'”.
The decision was made, but not before a prayer was said.
Michael made the U-Turn.
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