I’m terrible with directions, and I can’t read maps. I tend to navigate by landmarks, and my sense of direction can be completely thrown by something as simple as rain, or fog, or descending dusk. One time, when I was in college, I got so lost trying to come home that I exited desperately off the highway, found myself I-don’t-know-where, and called my dad for help. He had to get on the phone with the gas station attendant in order to find out where I was—I was THAT clueless.