100 Yards

My roommate, Jen (not to be confused with India trip cool-close-friend, Jenn) and I were going to a friend's (Brian) house (he's now her boyfriend).

Brian gave us directions to his place and Jen and I followed them to a T. However, as we turned into his township the directions Jen had written down stated, "make a left after 100 yards." I turned to Jen and said,

"Tell me when 100 yards comes up. I don't know how far that is exactly."

"Ummmm. Neither do I" she replied.

"So why didn't you tell him that?" I asked rather loudly. But I knew why. She liked him a lot and he liked her too. I guess we'd just have to figure out what 100 yards was.

Great, I thought. I started to drive slower. We looked for a left turn but didn't see one and ended up at a dead end. I made a U-turn and she finally called Brian.

We made our way back and found the left we were supposed to make (which was now a right turn...I hope you're still with me and not lost).

As Brian opened the door, I asked him why he stated to make a left after a hundred yards.

"Wouldn't it have been easier to say make the first left?"

December 18, 2005