Everyone in my life understands that I'm bad at finding my way; I might even be considered directionally challenged. Marriage hasn't made this weakness better because I've realized that if you're a woman who's married, you don't even need to open your eyes while walking/driving with your spouse (unless you're the one driving). You can act like me and nap in the car (my preferred activity), or twiddle your thumbs, listen to birds, people watch, and adjust your makeup while walking. Make sure your hand is securely in his and that he's guiding you, and you're golden! This method is even flattering to your spouse because it says: "I trust you with my life." Thanks for always looking both ways before crossing the street, B.
Problems do arise, however, when Husband is at work and you're expected to find that one grocery store you've been to a million times. Maybe opening my eyes would have been a good idea after all. Can I just call him over the department loudspeaker and have him pick me up?