As they neared the intersection she said, "I think you want to turn right up here."
"I thought you told me left just a minute ago," he calmly countered, moving in the left-turn only lane.
"Hmmm. I think I did," she admitted sheepishly. "But I am pretty sure I meant right." She couldn't help but laugh as she pulled the google-map back up on her phone to show him.
"Oh," he said glancing at the map. "Yep. We wanna turn right here." He checked his rear view mirror just as the light turned green and the two cars in front of them began to move.
"There's no one behind us," she encouraged. "You can zip right on over and still make the right turn."
"Too late," he replied making the left turn. "I'm committed."
She laughed. "You're committed?" she asked as he pulled into a parking lot to make the necessary turn-around.
"Yep," he said with a smirk across his face. "Committed. Besides, it's illegal to cross 2 solid white lines."
She smiled, and not just at his humor over being "committed" to the turn. And not just because she was secretly pleased that he was a good, responsible driver. But mostly, because he didn't get mad or upset or blame her or rub it in for her *small* misguided directions. She wasn't always used to that, but decided she could get used to it. And that is why she smiled.