Sense of Direction Lost in Love
Andy Schmidt, my girlfriend Ruth Sullivan’s ex had zero sense of direction. The only route he knew was the one leading to her place.
Whether I was burning up with a 104-degree fever or got interrupted mid-proposal, none of it mattered to Ruth as much as driving her lost ex home.
When I put my foot down about moving into the new house my parents had bought me, she finally gave in.
On moving day, I followed the GPS directions, only to circle the city three times over, not able to arrive at my destination.
As dusk set in, the GPS routed me to a dead-end, where my car spun out of control and plunged into a ditch.
Hands trembling, I called Ruth.
Before I could say a word, she cut right in:
“So, h