No Direction Home

Many people have commented on the fact that I don’t have a sense of direction. Not the kind, that many people have, where they can’t figure out who they are, or where the heck they are going. They probably can just call Deepak Chopra to help. I am speaking of the kind of direction or lack there of, where you are driving the car, and you have no idea where you are going or where you have been. North, South, East and West, is all the same, as far as I am concerned. I guess, GPS’s were invented for people like us Apparently, from what I’ve read on the internet, woman are worse than men when it comes to having no sense of direction. We may lack direction, but we will always be the first ones to stop and ask “how do we get to blah, blah place. Men on the other hand will just keep driving in circles, till they see the nearest strip bar or liquor store. Anyway, this is my thought for the day. In closing, I have to say, if you don’t want to invest in a GPS, it always helps if you bring your Mother along as your own private navigator.

Hell On The No. 1

I spent the last 2 days at my Mother’s place in Surrey. This afternoon in the pouring rain, I decided to leave on my long journey to the No. 1 highway. Everything seems to be going as planned until I made that infamous left turn off 104th Avenue, onto 152nd Street. All of a sudden, I was stopped dead in my tracks. For some reason everyone decided that today was the day to go shopping, I couldn’t imagine whatever else it could be. I thought only crazy people would venture in this weather, and I know, because I was one of them. Slowly and surely, at a snails pace everyone (except me) was merging from all sides trying to get into a single lane, so they could get on the bridge. For some reason today, of all days, the rudeness of drivers overflowed. As I neared the bridge, and began signaling to get into the left lane, no one was letting up, and they weren’t going to let me in. I thought for a moment, that I must be surrounded by Calgarians. That was my experience when I was there; there are no courteous drivers. I looked around and noticed everyone’s license plates and realized that they were all from BC. I finally laid on the horn and someone let me in. I always thought BC drivers had manners, but I guess, all of this is changing, since we are becoming a metropolis. I am hoping that people’s nerves may have been on edge due to the gas prices, and maybe “Miss Manners” will return once the prices drop.