The service station exit inadequacy

Winston Churchill once said 'To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often".  Clearly, I am about as far from perfect as you can get.

I hate change.  I loathe it with every molecule of my being.  It makes me uneasy, it makes my brain implode and, to be frank, it makes me bitchy too. 

So you can imagine my delight at discovering road works on the main road adjoining my own street. 

And you can probably imagine what went down when I needed to drive down the accursed road tonight.  I was stomping around like an angry lunatic...err, I mean 'validly upset person', until I realised something.  My sister recently moved in with me.  Excellent.

'Dude! Dude!' I called out.
'What?'
'I need you to drive me to the end of the street'
'Are you f**king serious? Why can't you drive yourself?'
'Because there are roadworks.  Roadworks, dude! And the traffic lights are all stupid, and ROADWORKS...' I was just about to launch into a long winded rant about why this was The End Of The World, when she spotted the danger signs and promptly agreed to take me.  Kudos to you, sister.  You saved yourself at least twenty minutes of my ranting.

So she drove me down there, muttering about how I'm a pain in the ass the whole way.  Until we went to exit the service station on way home...

'You SEE!  I am not crazy! There is no freaking exit there! Now how are we going to get out?'
'Oh crap, you're right.  I guess we just go back the way we came?'
'But that's not what we do.  We do not go back the way we came, we go out that exit there.  On the right road.  The way we came is the wrong road'.

To her credit she managed to not rise to this, and we did indeed go back the way we came.

'You know that I would have flipped it if I encountered that on my own,' I remarked.
'Yeah, I think you would have,' she agreed.

It's so nice when people just play along with my particular brand of crazy.