I know where I've been, I don't know where I'm going.
Why on earth do I need directions to a place I've been? Even my wife who's hopeless with directions knows how to get where she's been after a time or two. This would be like have your mother-in-law in the car...
MIL: Take a left here, son.
Son: I know where you live Ma.
MIL: I'm just telling you.
Son: I know.
MIL: Turn right into the driveway.
Son: If I made it to the driveway, I know where to turn in don't I?
MIL: Don't hit the garage.
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Seriously, do we need two of these in a car?
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