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.