Here’s an embarrassing but true revelation: My sense of direction is less than optimal. That has led to many conversations like this one some years ago with my co-pilot, who thought GPS was for sissies, especially in L.A., which he knew well.
Him: Where are you going?
Me: I’m going to the tile store.
Him: In what state?
Me (glaring): In California, you (fill in pejorative term here).
Him (smirking): Well, if you’re really going to the tile store, you’re apparently going by way of Oregon.
I reject the title of “complete moron” as was suggested by the co-pilot in the above story, but I will accept the title of “imprecise navigator.”
That’s one of three groups Steve Weisberg and Nora Newcombe identified in a study of navigational proficiency. The two others are “integrators,” who understand landmarks and have a sense of place, and “nonintegrators,” who are good with landmarks. The “imprecise navigator” excels at neither.