I especially love old maps. Aren't they cool? I love seeing how differently people saw the world.
My love of maps has turned into a love of directions (might also have something to do with being a control freak...who knows). I map everything. Google Maps is my friend. I am one of those people who knows how to get there before ever leaving the house, with two alternate routes just in case. I am also one of those people who gets seriously annoyed when stuck behind someone who has no idea where they are going. I apologize if I have ever honked and yelled at you. But MAP IT!
Whoa. Did you know you could have road rage while sitting in front of a computer? It's official.
Anyway, funny story concerning my mapping OCD. I have a bit of dyslexia with numbers. Any of you have that? It's strange. No clue why, but I see numbers backwards all the time.
Turns out that is bad when reading directions...
My dad and I were headed to a friend's MMA fight last weekend and I had it all mapped out. I repeatedly assured Dad that we were to get off on exit 248. He repeatedly commented that that exit was really far off still, was I sure?
I decided to humour my paranoid old pops and check again. Um, yeah. Exit 284.
We got there. Nick won. Let's just forget the drive down shall we?