Not So Dire At Direction

(My sister and I are talking while waiting for a movie to start, and I tell her my big event for the day. Note that I’m fairly infamous in my family for having a horrible sense of direction, to the point of occasionally ending up in the wrong state.)

Me: “You’ll be proud of me. I drove to Hartford without the GPS.”

Sister: “Very good.” *pause* “Where did you actually mean to go?”

Me: “Hartford. It was on purpose.”