Boise, Idaho

I have a hard time telling right from left. Always have, always will.

My family knows, and they are always suspect of anything I tell them that involves directions.

But strangers don’t know that I’m directionally dyslexic.

So the other day while riding my bicycle along the Greenbelt they had no idea that when I told them, “On your RIGHT,” to kindly let them know that I was coming up behind them and was going to pass that I REALLY meant, “On your LEFT.”

I could not figure out why people kept stepping into my path. Nor could I figure out why I was getting dirty looks.

Finally after I about ran over the fourth person, I stopped at held up my hands to figure out which side the “L” was on.

Lo and behold, I had right and left backwards yet again…