I love it when people ask me for information. Mostly because I usually either have the answer or can find it. And I am total sucker for trivia.
So when Spamber texted looking for a Chik-Fil-A in Charlottesville, I promptly called her back with landmark-based directions. And when she started describing what she was driving past, I knew exactly where she was (Taco Hell on 5th Ext).
I shouldn't know this, well at least not as readily. I know I lived there for 3 years, but it's been 2 years since I left. And based on my quicky trip a couple weeks ago, lots has changed. (No more Order From Horder makes me really sad).
It was pretty funny. In the same way that knowing which train line was featured on Wanted (it's the Brown line). Or how my brain can just default navigate Chicago, or home-in (ala pigeon) on the fam in NJ, regardless of where I'm coming from. It's not so much that I drive these paths that often or recently. Or that I have a particularly good sense of direction (it took the combined powers of both Cheese Fiend and me to navigate Europe).
tunage: "Crossing Boundaries" from WOUB/NPR
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