I can’t give directions to save my life. If you don’t believe me, just ask the delivery guys who came to deliver my new furniture a few months ago. If my grandmother, who lives nearby, hadn’t seen the truck driving by hopelessly trying to follow the horrible directions I had given them, they would probably still be driving around lost to this very day.

When the directions pertain to where to drop furniture or how to get to a birthday party, the situation isn’t that dire, but if there were an emergency, I’m pretty sure the ambulance, fire truck or police car would probably be just as confused by my horrible directions, only it would probably be worse because I’m not good in high stress situations. Neither are the rest of the members of my family. That’s probably why a relative, who lives outside Chenango County, had to wait 45 minutes the other day when she had to call an ambulance, even though there were two fire stations less than 10 minutes away. Eventually, two ambulances from two different departments were sent out in search of the house, and they ended up circling each other, neither sure exactly where they should be going.