grandmother: we want to get to Bolsa from here
me: okay, so do I turn left up here?
gm: you turn left onto Bolsa
me: but how do we get to Bolsa? Do I turn up here?
gm: turn left.
me: okay. (I turn).
gm: ...onto Bolsa. Wait, that wasn't right!
me: well this is awkward.
We see past each other sometimes. I think I inherited it from her.