Miscommunication can result in catastrophe at worst, wasted time at best.
Late at night one day before last Thanksgiving, I found myself lost in an unfamiliar subdivision trying to find a house where I was supposed to pick up my daughter. She had gotten a ride home from college with a friend who lived about 50 miles away. I had jotted down the meandering directions to the girl's house, and followed them perfectly to locate little Thornapple Street without any problem. Once on Thornapple, though, my expedition went haywire.
I followed it "to the end" as instructed, but the street addresses were difficult to see in the dark and when they did come into view were out of whack with the number I was given. I wondered if some homeowner might call the cops seeing this stranger driving back and forth and stopping to inspect darkened homes. Finally I had to backtrack and find a gas station to make a phone call for further instructions.