When my dad got lost while driving, he would always tell us we were taking the scenic route. Everyone knew it was a big lie, that he was lost again. Nobody dared to call him on it because he would get mad. We would suffer for it later, we knew that.
I spent a lot of my childhood looking at neighborhoods and farmlands I would never see now in the days of GPS and online maps. Maybe my dad actually had a good idea.
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