|A Great Sense of Direction
“We’re lost. Aren’t we.”
“Of course not, I just took one wrong turn and now we’re aiming back.”
“Why didn’t you just turn around and go back as soon as you knew it was the wrong turn.”
“You know I don’t like to retrace my route. I’ll just aim back eastward until I hit the road we’re supposed to be on. That way we won’t lose much time at all.”
“How do you know which way is really east? These roads seem very curvy.”
“I have a great sense of direction. As soon as it curves too much I take another turn. I was a boy scout you know.”
“Yes, you told me. The wedding starts at two, do you think we’ll make it?”
“Absolutely. Now see, perfect example, this road just took a sharp left, so in order to stay easterly we will take the next right. And here it comes now.”
“So... Where are we?” she asked, as they sat in the sinking car, looking out at the ocean across a bog.
“A little too east, apparently...” he replied.