Why must I constantly deal with people who not only can't navigate, but do not follow the directions I give to my home when they call me?
I mean, my apartment complex was built by someone obsessed with Picasso, Lovecraft, long walks and M.C. Escher, so I expect some problems. When people end up in another state however, I start questioning their sanity.
And when it takes them 30 minutes to figure out they are literally 50 feet from my door, I kinda want to grab them and slap some flipping sense int them. It's even worse when they drive past a person in a very brightly colored Chief's coat flailing their arms and a big copper cane like a madwoman and they know they should be looking for this person.
When phrases like "no matter what, you will not be able to drive to my front door" and "no, my friend, there is no driveway in front of my apartment, you will have to get out and walk 10 feet on that sidewalk right next to you to reach my door" confuse them, I feel like I'm going to lose my mind.
This particular guy was confused by "You're on the other side of the building from me. There are apartments on both sides. Pull into the big old parking lot directly behind you and walk on the sidewalk you see there. We are the first apartment on the ground floor, with big green cheapo plastic furniture on it and a short lamp post shining directly outside our window. You literally cannot miss us."
Best part was when he said, "I'm right next to the carports," which is about as useless as saying "I'm somewhere between Philadelphia and Los Angeles. Can you tell me how to get to Las Vegas from where I'm at?"
We've reached the point where GPS can no longer help us. We need to connect every place on Earth with string and put big flashing neon lights outside our windows.