This troper is so bad that she has an actual GPS as a back up for the one built into her phone.

Freshman year of college, I went to move my car from a parking lot at the edge of campus to my dorm on the other side of campus. Despite this being a two block drive, I still managed to mess it up and ended up on the other side of the city.

This troper literally has gotten lost in her own house before. (Especially when she first moved in...) Her friends are astounded at how she can never know where she's going.

Due to this troper's ability to follow (or lack of it) she once walked 12 blocks to go a distance that could have been 2 blocks.

One of this troper's friends took the bus to his girlfriend's house. After exiting the bus, he promptly became lost until it was pointed out to him that he was standing in her front yard. On another occasion, while driving through Little Rock trying to find Rave Theater, he ended up on Markham street. He then turned off on an intersecting road... to discover he was now on Markham street! His nickname among his group of friends: Ryoga.

This troper more than once was able to get lost coming back from work to HIS OWN HOME. Not to look that bad, it happened a few times when the main street was blocked

A friend of this troper (hilariously a fan of both Hibiki Ryoga and Roronoa Zoro) has a sense of direction so nonexistent that she has actually managed to cause a group of people she was walking with to be lost in an area reasonably familiar to ''every single member of that group''. Twice. One assumes she is very convincing when she says "I think it's this way".

Wow, that takes getting lost to a whole new level.

I have a sneaking suspicion I know who you are; once, at a friend's birthday party, we walked to a nearish playground. I decided, with a few others, to go back early. The friend whose birthday it was decided to stay a little longer. One friend said she knew the neighborhood like the back of her hand I wasn't sure about that, since she is the most accident prone person in the group, but she managed to convince me. Cue us calling for help over an hour later, in completely the wrong place, where the walk initially took about fifteen minutes.

I have Ryoga's sense of direction, and so does my wife. When we're both trying to get somewhere neither of us had been before, hilarity often ensues. (I even have a fake leopard skin headband like Ryoga's that I tie on my head when I '''know''' I'm going to get lost.)

I once managed to get lost on a college campus. With a map ''in my hand''. I have to avoid a particular freeway in my current city of residence, because nearly every time I take that freeway (unless I have a passenger who's better at navigating) I wind up in the wrong ''county''.

This troper has a hard time getting to a place he hasn't been before, even with instructions and a map. He also has trouble figuring out the location of two places in relation to each other (often leading to him being surprised when the location between two places was far shorter than he thought). He's very good at remembering routes he's used tho.

This troper is the exact same.

As is this one. I can memorise routes (though even that takes an active effort), but I don't have any sense of general direction. For example, I couldn't stand at one end of a route and point in the direction of the place I wanted to end up. I also always overestimate the time it will take me to get from one place to another.

This troper typically has a good bearing on where she wants to go, and can usually get somewhere if she is presented a map...but she gets incredibly confused if you start dictating directions to her, particularly in terms of distances and which way to turn. She has no concept of north, south, east or west, and has to ''think'' for a second to remember which way is right or left. Don't ask her to give directions either; you'll get "turn this way *point* " or "go that way! *point* ", regardless of whether or not you can see. Otherwise...follow her!

This trope now apparently applies to her dad and 17-year-old brother as well, though her brother knows himself well enough to know that if he's in an unfamiliar place without someone that knows where they're going or a simple enough map, he's better off to stay put and wait. While visiting Halifax, the family split up after breakfast to go on a harbour tour; troper and her mom would head to the harbour and get the tickets, while father and brother would pick up the cell phone and rain ponchos from the car and hotel room respectively. Bad idea, as troper had the map of downtown, and mother had a good memory and good sense of direction. Brother was sent to go find the cell phone in the passenger side pocket in the car door, ''couldn't find it'', and so went up the elevator to save himself the trouble of being scolded (which makes no sense, since he'd have to go back down to the lobby anyway). Apparently, father was coming down in the other elevator at the same time, and they just missed each other. Father waited in the lobby a couple minutes (or so he says), saw no sign of brother, and so asked someone in the lobby if they'd seen someone looking like brother leave. The old lady apparently saw a young man leave, so father decided to walk after him. In the wrong direction. Brother appears down in the lobby, having found no one at the room, still sees no sign of father, and so sits down and waits. About half-an-hour or more later, father appears at the dock, coming from a different direction he should have been, alone. Apparently managed to walk from the hotel to the Dalhousie Court House or something. Cue family freaking out, as brother tends to be not one of the most logical or rational of thinkers when among unfamiliar people or places. Three hours, a couple sweeps around the general downtown area and several changes in tour times (and an eventual refund) later, family decides to head back to the hotel in separate directions; not-directionally-challenged mother taking one route (getting a coffee on the way), father and map-in-hand-with-decent-memory troper taking another. To shorten the story a little, brother waited in the lobby pretty much the entire time, only deciding to move to the hotel room in the last 10 minutes. Lesson learned? Next time father will not automatically assume that someone has left already, and if the family ever splits off again, each member will have at least one means of finding their way (whether it's a non-directionally-challenged member or a map/GPS of some sort).

This Troper can't read maps or remember directions or street names. I don't know what streets are which around the area I've been living for 15 years. The only way she can get around is by memorizing the area, so I have to walk the route with someone else before I attempt to get around anywhere.

This troper has a lack of directional sense so total, that he has, on numerous occasions, gotten lost in a straight line. He has also consistently gotten lost on routes he has already traveled, sometimes hundreds of times, when he finally attempts to travel them unaccompanied, and got lost in a mall countless times before finally being informed by his sister that the entire building was a circle.

This troper gets lost and confused easily without some sort of landmark to follow, or a map and compass. After recently trying to explore San Francisco on foot, he ended up walking miles further than necesarry to locate somewhere to eat on multiple occasions, but found major (big and blindingly obvious) landmarks simply by walking towards them.

Also, this troper has a friend with a similar sense of direction and commitment to it being right. Many a time have we argued over exactly where we ended up on a cycling trip, before setting out in completely opposite directions, both convinced we're right. When we take a third party, they occasionally end up stranded in confusion.

This Troper all over. He's unintentionally backtracked on the public transit system near his house multiple times, it was a few years living there before he could give directions home from the freeway, and he's gotten lost in a familiar city ''while receiving directions over his cell''.

The worst part of finding parking in San Fransisco is accidentally ending up in Oakland. Twice.

The worst part of driving to Oregon is accidentally ending up in San Fransisco.

This Troper has no sense of direction, it is a real pain when I find myself having to give directions to anyone.

This Troper has a friend who is always relying on him for directions in video games. Morrowind, Fallout 3, even linear FPS games like Jericho - he'll circle for hours if I'm not right over his shoulder. Shouldn't carry over to real life, right? So I invited him and a second friend (with a normal sense of direction) over to an anime showing two blocks from a subway station, and each station in our city has a map of the local area. 30 minutes after the showing starts, I get a cell phone call and have to direct Second Friend over the cellphone to the location. Second Friend blamed First Friend for getting them lost. First friend's excuse was that ''the map lied to him''.

To be fair, some do. Never trust Mapquest.

Second this. I was once helping a friend move, and made the mistake of trusting Mapquest's directions. After I got into the right ''city'', I discovered that an intersection I was supposed to turn at '''did not exist'''. I wound up stopping at a nearby pizza place and asking the counter guy for directions (theory being he'd know the area and I knew I was close to my destination). Once he stopped laughing at the Mapquest directions, he was very kind about giving me directions that actually made sense and got me where I needed to go. It's also not unusual for Mapquest to try to have me make illegal turns (going the wrong way on a one-way is popular with them).

This troper took a three-day school trip to Disney World in high school and got lost every day, eventually losing a shoe as well. She's been this way since preschool, where she was nicknamed "The Wanderer" for her tendency to meander into any open room. During her first year of college, she arranged to meet someone for dinner and (accidentally) gave him wrong directions, then felt very hurt when he took half an hour to show up. To make matters worse, her boyfriend is just as bad, and sometimes HilarityEnsues even with a GPS.

This troper has to actively restrain himself from going down the block, because it will just end in panic and anger. Relatedly, I got lost while asleep. My family is...different.

This troper always knew she had a poor sense of direction, but had trouble proving it. That changed when her dad moved in with his new wife and she had to go there on her own. It went okay, besides wondering which turn to take on occasion. But when I managed to find the correct street, I got lost. Yes, people. I got to the correct street and after three minutes, ended up many, many blocks away. *sigh*

This troper's sense of direction is so bad that she has repeatedly gotten lost walking in a straight line. The directional dyslexia has led to such nightmarish experiences as getting lost in a hospital, ending up in a pitch-black empty auditorium, and being unable to get out of Portsmouth, Ohio for a full twenty-five minutes.

This troper sympathises with Captain Sense Of Direction]] James May. She once asked a friend for directions back to her own house after a party (no alcohol involved) and was told that she was currently standing ''on her own street''. Getting home involved walking a mile and a half down one, single, straight road. In her defense, it was dark.

This troper can't get lost normally. However, ask her to give you directions, even read off of a map, and you are definitely going to get lost.

This troper had a friend who could get lost anywhere ''with a GPS in hand and coordinates of the destination set''.

This troper is the same, the other day whilst trying to find a route to College using my iPhone's GPS, I got lost whilst following it, even though it was entirely correct.

This troper has a notoriously terrible sense of direction, but the worst incident that she will never ever ever live down happened the first time she tried to drive back to college by herself after her very first break. The college in question was in Alabama. This troper was driving from Louisiana, taking an interstate route that runs pretty much straight shot to her destination, and is an east/west road the entire way. All she had to do was get on the interstate going East. So...with this in mind...it was only after two straight hour of driving...the point of which where she actually REACHED the Texas state line...before she realized that she had taken the wrong exit. She still gets ragged about this by her family to this day.

This troper and a friend of his have joked about accidentally winding up in either Russia or Sweden whenever we spend any decently long stretch of time trying to get from point A to point B with a route we're even slightly unfamiliar with. Admittedly, the friend isn't too bad about it, but I am. The record thus far is starting from point A, heading west towards point B, and after 20 minutes, finding myself approaching point A... from a long distance to the ''east'' of point A. And I'd been to point B hundreds of times before!

While I was visiting a high school, I walked down a hallway the whole way and ended up at the same end of the hallway. I know because this end of the hallway had a staircase, while the other didn't (someone showed me there). I do things like this a lot, and tend to blame it on non euclidean architecture.

This troper somehow manages to combine this with {{Failed A Spot Check}}. I get directions to somewhere, and not five seconds later I end up stoping to try and remember what the directions were. Or, if I make it to the destination, I end up not seeing the place I'm looking for. . .even if it's right in front of me. Blind even with glasses is my motto.

That's how this troper and her roommate roll - in a wide circle around where they're supposed to be.

When this troper gets lost in Baltimore or Washington DC, he has two rules. The first is to simply drive in a straight line until he hits the Beltway around the city. Once he reaches the Beltway (which goes all the way around in a circle) he can find his way home.

The second rule? If you're about to drive into water (Baltimore's Inner Harbor or the Potomac River), turn.

This troper, trying to reach downtown by foot from approx. 15 minutes away, ended up downtown... in the wrong city.

This troper would need a GPS built into her. She can't tell anyone which direction to go anywhere, and is frequently hounded by her mother for not knowing what direction the doctor's office is. This troper has a firm belief that she has a reset button in her head whenever she goes anywhere.

This troper and her friend were walking to a tennis lesson in a smallish town that they had both lived in for all of their lives. The fifteen minute walk took them almost 45 minutes because this troper kept on saying "I think it's just a bit farther down this way," even though they had passed it already. This troper knew exactly where the lesson was, she just couldn't get there... Her friend, on the other hand, had been saying that they were going the wrong way for most of the walk.

Subverted in the fact that this troper can practically find her way to places she's never even ''been,'' just by instinct and a two-second glance at a map. People just never listen to her. She always has to find the way back to the start, ''then'' to the original destination. She's definitely the "I told you so" type, and although they always promise to listen next time, they never do. Needless to say, she gets lost a lot, and by no fault of her own.

This troper once got lost driving to his step grandmother's house. What should have been a quick 15 minute drive turned into a nearly 2 hour drive with everyone that was already at the house freaking out and wondering where he was. To be fair though, this was his first time driving to his step granmother's house and all others before, usually didn't pay that close attention to the street names.

This troper has managed to get comprehensively lost two streets away from the place he wanted to go, while in posession of a) a map and b) a phone connection to someone who knew the area really well. Later analysis suggested that he'd somehow been circling the street he was looking for for over an hour. He's also been known to get lost on the half-a-mile walk to his sister's house, on one occasion finding an entire park that the entire family knew nothing about (and that he was never able to find again, of course.) On another occasion, he was entrusted with the map while on a delivery job, and carefully instructed the driver to go down one street, turn left, right at the next junction and so on. We got to where we were going ... only thing was it was practically across the road from where we'd started. It didn't look like that on the map.

This troper is an inversion. She has good enough (though not perfect) sense of direction but doesn't understand spoken directions. As in "go along the street thirty meters then turn left etc". She thinks it's much easier to go in a general direction then ask people.

{{The Mantis}} likes to joke that she couldn't find her way out of a paper bag. She has found every conceivable way to the local college and to the college. In her defense, she never gets lost the same way twice. She does eventually find the correct path... by process of elimination. However, her friends and family are continually astounded by how many ways she can get lost going to a familiar place (e.g. Grandma's house).

This troper's mother. I usually joke that she gets lost on her way to the bathroom, and that's not very far from the truth.

This troper's cousin. She attends lessons in a driving school for a couple of months, goes back to get a certificate and somehow can't remember how to get back home from there.

This troper is 100% guaranteed to get lost if he's going somewhere he's never been on his own, or if he tries an alternate route somebody suggested to a familiar location. Using my GPS just keeps me from getting lost before the halfway point.

This troper got lost in a ''straight'' hallway once, and no there were no drugs, alcohol, or anything unusual involved. She just got lost.

This troper is infamous amongst her friends for her nonexistent sense of direction. For starters, she didn't learn left from right until she was thirteen. She can't read maps, and she has zero idea how the roads in her home city of Phoenix work, despite the fact that they are a perfect grid with a predictable pattern. This has led to more than a few panicked phone calls to friends with better senses of direction to tell her where she is. Oddly enough though, she does just fine walking around her college campus, even though it's a lot more convoluted and chaotic there. That, and there's a large, distinctive mountain range in the north that you can see from anywhere on campus.

A teacher of mine once told a story about a former coworker who had to drive from Des Moines, Iowa, to Minneapolis, Minnesota for business. They didn't show up on time for the meeting, and called four hours after it ended from a phone booth in Wichita, utterly confused.

This troper is originally from TheWindyCity, which is so regularly laid out that you can see the street grid in the pattern of the street lights, from SPACE, with the only major deviations being the interstate highways. Introduce a curved road, and he will, invariably, have to redetermine his direction and location once he reaches the next crossroads, because his entire sense of direction is based around two point grid coordinates and being able to see the sky and skyline to orient himself. His first anime convention, he went as Ryouga Hibiki. Things did not go well.

This troper is normally not that bad, but there was that one incident. Me and a friend were going to hunt for food at a saturday evening of a con, but everything in the vicinity was closed apart from the [=McDonald's=] where neither of us wanted to eat (this troper already ate his lunch there). Luckily, I had gone there by car, so we set out in search of pizza. We eventually, after a while of driving, got our pizza and were going back. It seemed to be going well until we started thinking that it shouldn't have been this long. We realized we had gone MUCH too far, and had to turn around. We had been gone past where we were supposed to turn and continued for 15-20 minutes before realizing. We decided we could never tell anyone about this. At least we also agreed that ultimately, the pizza was worth it.

This troper has a variant; I usually get where I'm going, ''eventually'', and almost always end up taking the longest, most difficult and embarrassing route possible. Even and especially when I've been there before. I don't read street signs.

With a map, this troper is capable of getting herself pretty much anywhere, but without a map... well, it's a whole different story. She's managed to get lost in her own hometown, several different libraries, her ''dorm,'' and in practically every place she's visited abroad -- notably, getting lost in downtown Sydney, repeatedly taking the wrong train on the Tube, and managing to lose her way in Chinatowns on two different continents. So... yeah.

This troper is EPIC FAIL when it comes to reading maps. He can only get through with the driving instructions that Google Maps/Google Earth provide when you ask for a route.

Are you me?

This troper's sister texted him directions to her house, starting from inner-city Melbourne. It went fine until I got off the tram in Brunswick, accidentally skipped over a line of her instructions, and walked roughly 20 blocks in the wrong direction before working it out.

This troper's sense of direction is so horrible, she got lost ''walking in a straight line.'' Granted, she wasn't sure that was where she wanted to go, but still.

This Troper's family once ''accidentally went to Roswell''. We blame the aliens.

Once got lost on the internet between ''two potholed pages.'' To be fair, the computer was acting up, but it was indicative of my sense of direction.

This troper once got lost on the TURNPIKE. She comes by her sense of direction honestly... 35 years ago, her father got lost on his way to his own wedding.

This troper gets lost in her hometown, a city with a sprawling area of ONE AND A HALF MILES SQUARE. She has also gotten lost in her high school (a building with one floor, only one hall, and no corners), her junior high (a straight hall as well, albeit quite a bit shorter), and a small restaurant, as well as in games.

This troper's sister is the embodiment of this trope. She'd get lost on a one-way street, and that's no word of a lie. She's even worse when she's playing video games. They have freakin' maps! And Pokemon isn't exactly hard to navigate.

This troper has improved significantly from her first year of college, when she got lost in a small, open field for forty-five minutes. She also had to call her mother for directions back to Tennessee from South Carolina that summer, as she wasn't sure if she should get on the 76 E or W. Hint: South Carolina is on the East Coast of the USA. Tennessee is a land-locked state.

Many years ago (think about twenty five), my dad was a captain of a commercial boat. One of his crew members had a sense of direction so bad that, whenever she said to go left, the right way was nearly always to the right. How can one person have a sense of direction so ridiculously off?

This troper can memorize particular routes to places very well, which makes people think she has a good sense of direction. However she has no sense of how two places relate in direction or distance. If she has to take a detour or go to a new place, she quickly gets hopelessly lost. Once she and her friend got hopelessly lost in Detroit even with a GPS, printed out Map Quest directions, and her mom on the phone giving directions. Several times they almost ended up in Canada.

When this troper went to visit his old school once he got himself lost, but managed to, after a couple of hours and with some difficulty, find his way to a slightly curved highway that he knew would lead to his old school. It was then he decided to ask a passer-by for how long he would have to follow the highway in order to reach the school, got the answer "About 15 minutes", and decided to take a shortcut. 20 minutes later he had finally found his way back to the highway, and decided to ask a passer-by how long he would have to follow the highway in order to arrive at the school, and got the anwser "Roughly 20 minutes"... This troper's mother has once likened his sense of direction to that of a toaster's...

This troper's best friend/future husband (we've actually agreed on marriage after we date other people for a few years) has the worst sense of direction I can possibly fathom. We live in a small city right along the Mississippi River, and frequently cross the river to the state next door. He can never tell me which state we're in, despite the Mississippi being a very large river. It would take a serious amount of obliviousness not to notice it, or at least the major interstate bridge you cross.

This troper has an excellent sense of direction. In an unfamiliar city, he has been able to navigate blocked roads, heavy traffic, missed turns, and detours just thanks to his ability to know "Okay, now it's over *there* ". Unfortunately, this nigh-miraculous ability only functions if he's ''paying attention''. And sober.

He used to work in a lab that was at the end of a hallway. The base of a T. To get to the bathroom from that lab he had to walk to the top of the T, turn right, and take the first door on the right. Walk until you hit a wall, then take the first door. Simple, yes? He got lost... in thought and missed the door to the bathroom, found himself in a different hallway, in the room with the ice machine wondering why he'd forgotten his bucket. Then he recalled he'd intended to go to the bathroom. This happened on numerous occasions.

Another time he worked for a community college with multiple campuses. One semester he alternated days of the week for two of them. Monday/Wednesday at 6 he was here, Tuesday/Thursday he was here. On several occasions he ended up at the wrong campus. Thing is, he only had to make one wrong turn to end up at the wrong campus. Campus A, turn left; Campus B, turn right. This turn was at the end of the driveway. This troper is so prone to getting lost in thought that in between packing up his bag and getting to the end of a twenty foot driveway, he'd forgotten where he was going. To be fair, he only worked at the one campus the previous semester, and that's the one he always mistakenly went to.

We all enjoy stories of drunkenness, yes? This trope walked to the bars and got toasted. Then he walked home, missed a turn and kept walking. All night. Ever sobered up at dawn in a different city than the one you started drinking in? Without passing out in someone else's car?

Fortunately, he has to be shitty drunk to lose his sense of direction. A friend enjoyed waiting until he wasn't paying attention and asking which direction they were going. He was invariably correct; it helped that the city was laid out on a grid orientated by the compass.

During the Second World War my granddad was a pilot stationed in Burma. One evening the base had a visit from a very sheepish-looking air crew asking if they had managed to reach Cairo.

Once went to a camp in Bermuda for 3 weeks, the camp was only a few blocks away from my hotel and I walked the same route every day for those three weeks...but I still had to have a friend or relative walk with me, because even to the last day I had NO IDEA where the camp was.

This troper. Made even worse by the fact that I literally can't read maps. I basically shouldn't be allowed to go anywhere on my own, as I can and do even get lost in places that I'm extremely familiar with and generally have no idea how to get to places I've been to hundreds of times. I quite often end up phoning friends in order for them to give me step-by-step directions to a meeting place...

This troper and his friend once walked not more than a few blocks away from his friend's house. On the way back, his friend asked which direction he thought the house was in. This troper, after a bit of deliberation, pointed to his right. His friend said, "Let me show you something.", and walked us in the exact opposite direction. We made it back to his house. I fail.

Normally, I have a good sense of direction, except when I'm playing {{Morrowind}}.

Why am I going [X] for half an hour when they told me to go [opposite direction]?

This one was relayed from this troper's mother: growing up in Taiwan in the 1960's, basketball was a new sport - no one was good at it, and not many more understood all the rules. As a result, scores were usually very low. One day, Mom's friend came to her in tears: #QUOTE# '''Mom''': Why are you crying? #QUOTE# '''Friend''': We lost a baskeball game in gym today. #QUOTE# '''Mom''': What was the score? #QUOTE# '''Friend''': 2-0. #QUOTE# '''Mom''': Who scored the basket? #QUOTE# '''Friend''': Me. She had forgotten that teams switched baskets to start the second half, and had grabbed a rebound.

This troper has got lost walking down a straight street too many times to count. Once after splitting up with a friend she got told to "walk down this road and through the park to get to the university", from where she could make her way home on her own. She obediently started walking in the direction of the park. Twenty minutes later, she came back to corner of the building where she had split up from her friend... from a completely different direction than where she had started going. Another time she walked into a mall, realized she needed to grab something before going to the stores, turned on her heel and walked out the same doors she had entered through - and had absolutely no idea where she was. There is a reason she refuses to drive anywhere unfamiliar without a passenger who has a significantly better sense of direction.

This troper relies heavily on the maps in video games to tell her where to go. This is why she still hasn't beaten Overlord: she keeps running around in circles never finding the place she needs to go. If she exits an area she needs to find later, it's a safe bet she won't be finding it without running around like an idiot for an hour, at the very least.

My family and I went on a vacation trip in Washington D. C. We were driving back to the hotel one night until my mother thought we were lost, but my dad, the man that he was, preferred not to ask for directions and was confident he knew the way back. ... we ended up crossing into the Virginia border.

I have no sense of direction. When I was in New York City, I tried going to a party somewhere in Greenwich Village. You know... where the streets and avenues are no longer arranged in a nice, organized grid?! I walked out of the subway station and saw some landmarks that made me go one direction. After an hour of nothing but walking, I reached the next station... south of the one I had intended to go... which... after retracing my steps north... was actually only a block above the station I STARTED at. Bah!

This Troper will, almost invariably, get lost the first time he drives anywhere, even with a passenger who knows the way. Thankfully, everytime afterwards, he knows how to get there without needing a map or anything. Case in point: I was helping my girlfriend's family move (in an unfamiliar city, no less), and after following her parents' truck to the new house a few times, managed to get lost an hour away in the country, when the whole thing could have been avoided had he listened to her for the turn-off.

This troper was in the army, and never successfully passed a land nav course. He passed the one in basic training only due to someone accidentally starting a wildfire (long story). However, he's also seen people who are even worse. One girl in Korea plotted out her map points, checked her compass bearings, then immediately headed off in the wrong direction, towards the North Korea border.

My sense of direction is very good, but I can't give directions to save anyone's life. I am, however, reminded of a mall trip with a friend with...well. She couldn't find the food court while we were on the escalator the led directly there, and at one point she said "I think the store is this way." I went "Well, we know how good your sense of direction is, so let's go the opposite direction." Three stores down it was there. And this was in a mall that is literally one long slightly curved corridor, presumably one of the hardest configurations to get lost in.

This troper is usually fine after multiple times on a route but is completely awful otherwise. First time coming home from college, he passed the on ramp by looking in the wrong direction. He found his way back thanks to directions from his mother, then later had to stop at a gas station for directions after taking the wrong exit. And this was with fairly obvious hand written directions on the seat next to him! Another example was coming home from the dentist, a normal fifteen minute drive. Somehow he got so lost that instead of turning left, he went across, did a semi-circle, and managed to get back to the main street further down from where he was initially. It got to the point where he was literally deciding where to go based on what the car in front of him did. Now he has a GPS. It doesn't help much.

This troper and her sister were driving to get this troper's glasses back. After we saw the place was closed, we decided to drive home. Somehow we got lost in on a road MY SISTER TOOK HOME FROM WORK EVERY FREAKIN' DAY. And since my sense of direction is about as good as hers and I couldn't see ANYTHING beyond three feet, we were pretty much screwed. And we somehow ended up in the ghetto part of Miami before calling for help.

This troper has such a lack of direction, it's not even funny. It probably has to do with my dyslexia, and I believe the term for this particular quirk is dysgeographica. ... ... Last week I had an appointment at a salon. My brother had stolen my Sat Nav to go to Long Beach, and so I left THREE HOURS EARLY to allow time to correct any errors I made driving. I ended up taking a number of wrong turns, ended up 50 miles away from my destination, and was eventually ONE HOUR LATE for my appointment. Bless the nice hair ladies, they let me get my hair cut anyway.

This troper got lost twice on the school trip. Once in a museum, which consisted of a strait hallway and a gift shop, the other time on a night tour of the city. I still think my tour group lost me.

This troper moved up to college last year, with his first driver's license, and still has trouble getting around.... anywhere. On his way back to his old hometown for the 4th of July, he got lost trying to find the right highway... for an hour. He had to call his brother, who was in Washington D.C. (this troper lives in the Midwest of the U.S.) to give him directions via his iPhone. Once he got to the right exit near his hometown, he turned the WRONG WAY, despite having lived in that town for sixteen years.

You idiot! This way!!

No, this way!

This way?

Maybe it's this way...

It's obviously this way.

Well, aside from the fact it's really this way.

Oh ''come on'', it's this way!