The Curve

On Friday night, me, Grish and two other friends were set to go out to Vancouver to see a show. I was getting off work at 1pm and Grish was getting off at 2pm. I was going to run home, get changed and head over to Grish's where the other two girls would also meet us. Grish had to borrow her sister's car to get to and from work on Friday. Since her sister starts work earlier, Grish dropped her off at work in the morning and then went to work herself.

The plan originally was that Grish would pick up her sister from work at 4pm, drop her off, and then we'd head into Vancouver, but because I was able to get off work fairly early we decided that Grish would take the car to her sister's workplace and I'd pick Grish up from there (that way we could head to the city earlier). Now the sister works at their local hospital and I didn't know how to get there. So I call Grish - who knows how to get to the hospital - to ask for directions.

"Hey, how do I get to the hospital?"

"Ok. I don't know street names but I'll be able to tell you lefts and rights. So you take the 232nd exit to get to my place right?"

"Yup."

"Ok, so basically you're going to go left when you get at the exit."

"What? A left?"

"Yeah. Wait. Which way does it go again?" --> umm. She's asking the person who's just asked for directions. This does not bode well.

"Uhhh. I'm not sure. Do you want me to be heading North on 232nd or South?"

"So which way do you take to my place?"

"I go past Trinity."

"You go past Trinity. What? You go past Trinity? You are taking the long way to my place."

"I don't like the other way. How do I get to the hospital?"

"Well. You know the Chevron with the Triple O's that's at the exit?"

"Yup."

"Basically, it needs to be on your left."

"My left? That doesn't make any sense. So I should be going North?"

"And then you need to take a left at the curve."

"The curve? What curve?"

"You know. The Curve."

"Umm. Grishma, there are many curves. What curve are you talking about?"

"Well you need to go in the opposite direction from the direction you take to get to my place."

"But I go past Trinity to get to your place. That doesn't make any sense. Can you not give me any street names?"

"I don't know any street names, ok? You take a left at the curve and it's basically right, left, right, left after that. You just follow the H signs."

"I'm totally confused. What bloody curve?"

"Ok. Lemme call my sister and see if she can give you directions. I'll have her call you."

"Alright."

I hang up the phone and wait for the sister to call. Meanwhile, I'm driving and getting closer to my exit but I have yet to find out where I need to go at the exit. My phone starts to ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey. Grish tells me you need directions."

"Yes please! She keeps talking about some curve but she can't tell me where the curve is! She tells me I need to go left at the exit, but that doesn't make sense."

"Oh I know what curve she's talking about. Grish is the worst at giving directions. Whenever I ask her which way I should go to get home, I always go the opposite to what she tells me and I make it home. So if she ever gives to directions, go the opposite way."

The sister gave me directions (which were in fact opposite to what Grish was telling me) that I could actually follow, I thanked her and she told me she'd call Grish to tell her I got the directions. We hang up; the sister calls Grish:

"Hey."

"Hey, did Loveleen get the directions ok?"

"Yeah she did...but she's pissed at you about The Curve."