A car arrives at a standard intersection.
It is night time in suburbia and there are no other cars around.
The driver (a remarkably good looking and intelligent man in his mid thirties)
begins to turn right after stopping and signaling.
Lady in the back: No! No! No!
Driver: No, no, no?
Lady: <Pointing> That way.
Driver: <looks in rearview>
The car aborts its right turn to turn left.
Lady: NO!
Driver: ???
Lady: THAT way! <pointing>
The car aborts its left turn and goes straight.
The car travels about half a mile
before reaching the end of the road as it is a dead end.
Driver: Is this it?
Lady: No. [name of street]
Driver: This isn't [name of street] this is [whatever].
Lady: [name of street]
The car turns around.
The car proceeds back to the original intersection.
The car makes the turn it tried to make the first time.
The car reaches the destination in short order.
I don't mind taking directions.
But if you're giving me directions:
Don't be wrong.
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