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.”
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