One of my aunts taught eighth grade in Ohio for thirty some-odd years. The title phrase of this post came to our family vernacular from the mother of one of her students during a parent-teacher conference.
Just for something different, we were in a bit of a rush this morning. A friend of Petunia's was supposed to pick her up at 9 for a playdate, and then the rest of us needed to leave at 9:30 to get Thing One to soccer practice by 10. OK as far as that went. Except that the friend's mom was running late. First she said 9:15. Then 9:25. I finally called her and said I'd drop Petunia off at her house on my way to the high school. Again, OK. Her house isn't too far from my house but I'd forgotten exactly where her road is. So I say to my beloved eldest as I am driving along, "[Thing One], please look at the map on your phone and tell me if I have to turn right or left at the end of [XX] road." He does so, and tells me that I need to turn left and then take my first right.
Mom and Dad, I bet you can predict what's coming next.
I turn left, as instructed. A short ways down the road, I get to an intersection where the road "T"s. There has been no right turn in the meantime. Thing One starts yelling at me that I've missed the (like I said, nonexistent) right turn. With a sweet smile for the aforementioned beloved eldest, I turn around at the T junction and drive back the way we came. Very shortly after passing the intersection at which we turned left, we come upon the road we are seeking. On the left. That is to say, anyone other than my directionally challenged son would have initially told me to turn RIGHT and then take my first LEFT instead of the exact opposite. (!!)
To this day, I have to stop and think about my rights and lefts, which is why I suspect my parents are laughing as they read this. You plant peppers, you get peppers!