Direction

Lawrence was the kind of man who kept everything in a specific order; his treasured memories in a toolbox, his painting by numbers set in his study and his vast amounts of antiques in various boxes around the house. Despite it not being in a particularly orderly order, it was his order nonetheless, and he could find anything with ease in this manner. And so it always stunned Linda, at how this man, who could find his old fishing set and Love Handel records in record time amongst the junk that he owned, that every single time he got into his car, he would always enter on the wrong side.

Lawrence, she sighed once again, as he rolled down the passenger window to accommodate her gentle reminder. Youve done it again.

And then, he would always wear the same look of bewilderment as she said this, which both infuriated and amused her, before he would glance to the steering wheel to the left of him and exclaim the same thing every single time.

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