We've had this conversation before. I said, "Are you going to stop at the stop sign?", in a worried voice. It was to late.

My belt tightened as he slammed on the brakes. By then we were in the middle of the street stopped. Lucky for us it was clear.

"Isn't this the same stop sign you had a wreck at years earlier, but you were going the other way and a lady, like you, didn't stop at the stop sign?" He looks at me still in shock that he created an error, throws it back in gear and we are moving again.

Something something road...

Don't you just hate it when someone gives you directions like this?

"Yeah travel up this road here. When you get to the gas station take a left and head down that road till you get to, ummm something something road. My mind is a blank, but you'll know it cause you'll end up on that street your looking for."

Bummer huh? I hope that woman got to that address after finally tracking down her real mother that gave her up for adoption twenty something years ago. I suck at giving directions.