Paddled For Bad Navigation
I suppose it wasn’t Bacall’s bad navigation here that made her admit right up front she needed a paddling; probably more how unjustifiably certain she was about it:
Bacall has almost no sense of direction. Ask her to point to North and she will wave her arm about and say out there. She can not read a map. I have to do that myself.
So with that background, we found ourselves at an intersection in a rural area that was strange to us. I was driving and was pondering which way to turn. She asserted we should turn left. I had calculated that was the low probability direction. She was adamant. I turned left. Within a mile, we both knew she was wrong.
She was a big girl about it and said she deserved 10 licks with the black paddle. That’s one she really does not like. But, she got her mind into it and took all ten like a trooper.
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