We were on a two-lane highway, but one of the lanes was blocked off while workers ripped up the asphalt. Traffic was backed way up and we’d end up sitting there forever if we didn’t turn off. So we did. And this was the result.
Her: I have no idea where I am.
Me: I think you should head left here.
She heads right.
Her: All these roads look the same.
Me: At the next intersection, I’m telling you, go left.
Her: I think we should go right. But to compromise, I’ll go straight instead.
Finally, we reach another intersection, with only two directions.
Me: We should go left here. That will lead us towards the grocery store and…
She goes right.
Her: We don’t want to go to the grocery store. We want to go to the house.
Me: But if we went that way, then we could have taken another left and we’d be heading towards the house.
Her: Hey, look at all these cars heading towards us. We must be near the highway.
And we were. Right back where we first turned off. We sat in traffic until we finally passed the roadwork.