Projecting a Better Future

My father is one of those stereotypical men who doesn’t like asking for directions. He used to work in Uptown and actually kept an Uptown Chicago neighborhood directory in his car in case he got lost driving around the neighborhood. Eventually, he lost this neighborhood directory in his glove compartment, which didn’t shock me. He shoves so much up there that I can’t believe it. I’m convinced that you’d find both Jimmy Hoffa and the Holy Grail if you ever bothered to look inside there. Then my father would do that always annoying thing of pulling over to the side of the road and asking people for directions or asking someone while they were waiting at a stop light. My father isn’t always the most intelligible of gentlemen either I should point out. He gets streets and names confused all the time. He thinks Office Max is Office Mac, America Online is American Online, and that Costco is Cosco. As you can imagine, he often gets upset with the people he’s asking directions from. Mostly because they have no idea what he’s talking about and then he has no idea what they’re talking about and he naturally always blames them.