Recently, the Beau-mate and I took a couple of days off to visit a nearby city. On road trips, she usually drives, since she enjoys doing so, and I navigate.
We took a wrong turn and found ourselves in a very scenic, but hilly and unfamiliar maze of streets. In that great tradition of cities everywhere, once you're off the main roads, the signage is no help at all.
I dug out our handy and incredibly un-detailed folding map and attempted to discover our whereabouts while the car's speed steadily increased.
ME: Slow down a little -- these signs are all behind trees and bushes. I can't read them before we pass them.
HER: I'm not going that fast!
ME: Okay, stay in this lane. (She immediately moves into the other lane.)
HER: You didn't say which lane.
ME: The lane you were in when I said, "Stay in this lane".
HER: (Approaching a split in the road) Which way do I turn?
ME: Slow down so I can read the street signs. (Immediately zooms down the right-hand road)
ME: We need to turn around. Don't go any farther.
HER: Okay, okay. You should have said so before now.