Lost in Kalentong

Hmmm...that was supposed to sound like Lost in Translation, but I think my attempt at a witty heading proved unsuccessful. But anyway...

Last week, on our way home from Makati, H decided to avoid EDSA traffic and instead passed through Mandaluyong. "Do I just go straight?" he asked, and I said yes, realizing too late that we really were supposed to go straight...if we had been on a parallel road. We ended up traversing Hoover Street, which led us farther away from our desired destination (i.e., my house), and ended up on Kalentong.

"I've never even been to Kalentong!" said H, who was remarkably calm, although I feared that he was mighty pissed off. "I think it's in Mandaluyong," I offered meekly. "At least we're together..." I added. Small consolation considering the next street sign we saw was Blumentritt, marking highly unfamiliar territory. "Where the f--- are we?" said H, although he didn't really sound like he was ranting.

A while later, we found our way to my house, and I was extremely apologetic. "It's OK," he reassured me. "I kinda thought we were supposed to turn right instead of go straight, but I just trusted you."

I swear, this man is something else!

On a side note, this is just one of the reasons why I would make an undesirable Amazing Race partner. And the others are:

1. "Can you read maps?" I asked H. "Of course!" he replied incredulously. "Oh OK," I said. "I normally end up reading maps in reverse..."
2. I haven't driven in over two years, and I've never even driven an automatic. So I am totally useless both as a navigator and as a driver.
3. I can't ride a bike.

BUT you can throw all the physical and mental tasks at me and I'll do them. Hey, you can't have it all, right?