A Very Old Sense Of Direction

(My wife and I are flying home from New York, I finished my book and can’t get my phone to link to anything and found a compass in my carry on. Out of boredom, I put it on the tray table.)

Wife: “What’s that?”

Me: “Compass. I found it in the bag; thought I’d watch which direction we’re flying.”

Wife: “Okay, you are officially old if you find that entertaining.”