Think about the town where you currently live: its local customs, traditions, and hangouts, its slang. What would be the strangest thing about this place for a first-time visitor?
“Take a left.” he said.
“That won’t get us there.” she replied.
“Sure it will.” he stated. “Our destination is directly over there. Taking a left here and a right at the first intersection should get us right where we want to be.”
“No it won’t.” she answered coolly. “There is no cross street that will connect us from here to there if you take a left here.”
“Just do it. I know this will work. I’ve got a great sense of direction.” he insisted.
“It’s not going to work. We’re going to be late.” she remarked.
“I knew I should be driving.” he snipped. “Why did I let you have the keys?”
She turned left and drove up the street. They went all the way to the end, stopping at the water’s edge.
“See?” she asked, “It’s a peninsula surrounded by water on three sides. They didn’t build any connecting bridges or roads out of this neighborhood.”
He looked across the water at their destination only a short span away. It should have worked. It was right THERE!
They would have to backtrack now and take the next street over to drive up the next peninsula.
“How did you know?” he asked her in a subdued voice.
She paused and blushed slightly before answering, “I tried that last week when I came over here the first time.”
“This is a stupid place to live.” he said.