The Human GPS

I took my parents to the airport this morning and I noticed something, my mother has so many years as a navigator that she automatically directs me where she wants me to go. After I picked her and my father up out came the finger. Don’t go straight here, turn right. Then Left at the light.
No words were spoken just the hand-signal directions.
In fact, she was talking about something else entirely.
Over and over again until we got to the freeway, her finger pointed the way. Only once we were on the freeway, bumper to bumper in rush hour traffic did she try to get me to merge into another lane. The middle one, which wasn’t going any faster than the one I was in. From the backseat, my dad told me I was driving and I could do what I wanted. Um, yeah. I hadn’t moved from my lane. Mom says I get my stubbornness from my dad. In the rear view mirror he pointed to my mom.
I got it from both of them.
Right on time, I pulled against the curb and dropped them off. After kissing them both goodbye, I drove away with their little dog. She didn’t use her paw to guide me home:-)
Of course given the inclination to turn into my parents as I get older, I’ve noticed that I too function as a Human GPS when my husband drives.

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