There Is No Exit From This Conversation

(My mom and I are trying to find a clubhouse for a party. Because my mom messed up the address, I have to use my phone to find the location of the club. The phone says that there isn’t another right turn until we need to turn so I felt I would point that out.)

Me: “Okay, so, just drive straight until you meet the next right.”

Mom: “Got it.”

(Approaches a left.)

Mom: “So turn here?”

Me: “Nope, mom, that’s a left.”

(A few seconds later we approach another left.)

Mom: “Do I turn now?”

Me: “…No, mom, that’s still a left.”

Mom: “Just checking.”

(Approaches the right turn.)

Me: “Here, turn here.”

Mom: “Here?”

Me: “YES!”

Mom: “Ok, OK!”

(We pass the turn.)

Me: “…”