Alrighty then. 'Who' had just recently moved to Ottawa. It had probably been only a few weeks. She had a car and for the most part already knew (in days!) how to get around Ottawa better than I did (with 21 years there!). Again... I'm challenged in noticing surroundings
(proof mini story: one time in high school my best friend cut like all of her hair off and dyed it. I didn't notice. I spent hours of the day with her. At first she found it humorous and then she got madder and madder. I get that. I had no clue why though. Finally towards the end of school, she just told me. So funny. I had no clue whatsoever. I just don't look at people. Know this, and accept my apologies. I'll remember what you say though. I'll remember the words but not the visual details, location, or time. I try sometimes, but mostly I fail.)
Okay, so we were out on the town and decided to get KFC (I hate it except for the now non-existent 'Spicy Big Crunch') and I thought I knew where one was in Orleans. We looked for ages. Seriously. I got so turned around. Finally, I told her to go down the hill (also the longer way) because I knew where another one was. We went to that one.
Like a week later, she sat me down and broke the news that I had gone to every street but the right one. Sad. Even now, I don't remember how to get there and I put some time into trying to lock it down. I will one day have a car, but even before then I'll have a GPS... a Star Wars one... and a cool license plate too... (which will be kept stealth like a Jackal 'Psych' until then!) - oh dear... the things to come.
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