North By North-Squiggly

(My sister and I are both at our grandmother’s house for Thanksgiving. I’m not sure how, but somehow the topic reaches how bad I am at giving directions because I don’t remember street names well.)

Sister: “Do you even know how to get home?!”

Me: *pointing to the left* “Yeah, it’s that way.”

Sister: “That way! That way is called ‘East.'”

Me: *getting frustrated* “’That way’ is still that way. Whether it’s called ‘East’ or ‘Squiggly’ makes no difference to me.”