For instance, the roads in England are a constant source of bafflement. No matter where we go when we leave Cambridge, we seem to have to take the A14. I don't understand how one road can be simultaneously northbound, southbound, eastbound and westbound, but the A14 seems to manage it. This results in conversations such as the following.
Him: "Bugger. I missed the turning."
Me: "Oh no. Can we turn around at the next exit?"
Him: "Yeah, it's just a pain."
silence while we reroute
Me: "So are we on the A14 again?"
Him: "Yeah, but we were before, too."
Me: "Wait, I'm confused. What was the road we were just on?"
Him: "The A14."
Me: "And the one we're on now?"
Him: "The A14."
Please note that the wrong road was not the A14 going in the opposite direction. It was a different road going roughly the correct direction.
Me: "Tell you what, I'm just going to shut up until we get to the M6."
Him: "You can't do that, I need you to navigate."
Me, under my breath: "Where did I put the little cake that will get me out of the rabbit hole?"
Later, I told him a story about a work telecon.
Me: "So then I told her--"
Him: "Wait, say the woman's name again?"
Me: "It's pronounced 'NAH-zee'."
Him, incredulously: "Spelt N-a-z-i?"
Me: "Er, yes."
Him: "Please tell me that's an abbreviation."
Me: "Uh huh. For 'Nazilla'."
Him: "Surely you'd go by 'Nazilla' if you had that name."
Me: "You know, I've happily been typing 'Dear Nazi' and 'Thanks, Nazi!' for three years without thinking about it because it's pronounced 'NAH-zee'. Now I'll never be able to write it again without feeling horribly uncomfortable. THANKS A LOT."
Him: *snigger*
