Modern Annoyances Vol. 45 – People Who Give Directions When You Ask for the Address
For the love of God, just give me the address. I’ll find a way to get there. Don’t tell me that you turn left at the Dollar Store that used to be an A&P, but it was some kind of quilting or crafts place for a little while in between. Or that there is typically a boy playing with his dog a quarter of a mile before I have to get in the right lane. I really don’t give a flying fuck about any of that. I just want the address.
Unless you live in some hidden batcave with folding down road blocks, and getting there will require me to ignore some “Danger! Bridge Out” signs… just give me the fucking address. That there is a “right and then a quick left” is nice to know, but it is something I can figure out for myself. I promise.
Just give me the address.
Hey, I know the feeling. Especially in these days of GPS.
couldnt agree more. I also hate when giving directions, people tell me what to avoid.
“you’ll go down the road and see the intersection of Bumble and Jabip, keep going straight”
I dont care about roads and landmarks that I’m supposed to just drive past, just tell me where to turn.
Sorry to disagree, but I had not one, but two, people fail to show up for planned events just this week because they plugged the address into their GPSs and ended up hopelessly lost. Meanwhile, those who followed the directions I gave them showed up right on time, no problem.
And the reason I give you the cross streets in my directions is so that you’ll know when you’re approaching a turn or whatever so you can make sure you’re in the proper lane. So sue me for trying to be helpful.
Modern Annoyances Vol. 46 – People Who Say “So sue me for trying to be helpful.”
Give you the address? Sure, hold on while I conjure the complete page for your specific requirement of the phone book IN MY HEAD…..
Also, invest in some good Afghani Kush
Jason…You getting too easily annoyed.
Just turn left where the Dairy Queen used to be, and you’ll be fine.
I have a similar problem mentioned above. My street is not located properly on a LOT of GPS maps. I am constantly having to tell delivery people to quit looking at the GPS and listen to me. GPS systems, for my address, send people to a different spot about a half mile away, and I always have to give those people directions to my house from that spot. Sometimes they think I’m lying to them as some kind of prank.
They sell good ones at that place where the Red Barn burned down. The one on Capitol Trail down from where I Goldberg and Kiddie World used to be and across from where the Chuck Wagon was.
It’s even better giving directions to almost anywhere in NCC in the car.
“Do I turn left or right?”
“Depends on how you want to get there.”
Never stop and ask a stoner for directions. Did it once and the guy didn’t know what planet he was on. It was pretty funny.
Story told by a brother:
Redskin Fan:”How do I get to route 24?”
C:”From here?”
Redskin Fan:”No, from your mother’s house.”
C:”That’s easy,turn right as you leave the driveway.”
Then there’s the west-of-Clayton flat-hillbilly response to not knowing anything at all:
“Ewe cain’t git thar fum har.”