the one universal experience of my generation, the one thing that binds us all together, is trying to get an address out of someone my dad's age
"you need to head left onto main"
"i just need an address"
"18 furlongs that way, turn north"
"i just need an address and i don't know which way north is"
"after that just head straight until you feel a deep sense of inexplicable longing, then left again"
"i just need an address"
back when a car gps was A Device that you had to Have One Of, i watched my dad give tortured directions to someone who was holding their gps in their hands and staring at the "enter the address" screen. and it wasn't that he didn't know it, at the end he said "and then you get to [street name] and it's number X"
@monorail somehow he manages to a) personalize them ("this is near the place where we went last month") an b) simplify them so I can remember all of them (granted, they were biking directions in a small-ish city)
@noiob my sense of direction is so bad that even dad directions can't help. i need a computer to tell me exactly when to take every turn