I have a thyroid disorder that's resistant to treatment, so I need to get my blood taken every so often. I always go to the same, local hospital and to the same area of the hospital to get it done. I've had it done many times over a period of several years. Doesn't matter, though. I know the way in, but on the way out I have to have the nurse point me out the right direction to head in. Every. Single. Time.
So, suffice it to say that a sense of direction is definitely not one of my strong suits. Probably the only thing I'm any worse at is math. My mother often says I'd get lost in my own closet...she isn't that far off, to be honest. Good thing I don't have a walk-in closet!
This is one of many reasons I don't drive.
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Oh, God. I just remembered a time I was walking along and some people stopped to ask me directions. Oh God. To this day I wonder if they ever found what they were looking for or did I send them off into the wilderness to die?? Those poor people, out of everyone on Earth they had to pick me to ask for directions. What incredibly lousy luck for them. ;_;