How I learned to drive in Waterloo

So Rachel and I arrived in Waterloo on schedule, picked Molly up, and found our rental car. Now when I say car, you should imagine a huge white truck, something four times the size of Baby Car. I was so glad I had Rachel to drive it. However, every time we passed another car, cyclist, pedestrian, skateboarder or mailbox asked: "am I going to hit that car?.... how about now?... now?... now... what about that person? Did I hit it?"

Since she was driving, I had to deal with navigating. Now this is not a good situation for anyone, since I can’t tell my left from right. I mean most of the time I can read a map, but as Rachel would tell you there were a few moments where I went “OH NO, RACHEL WE’RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!!! WAIT A MINUTE LET ME CHECK THE MAP, WE HAVE TO TURN AROUND! WE’RE GOIN – oh, never mind… it’s okay… we’re fine, we’re going the right way.” In my defence that only happened three or four times… or maybe as many time as she asked if we were going to hit passing cars.