Why does my dad tell me he’s leaving Other City at 1:30 to head to my place, only to call me at 1:30 and tell me he’s 10 minutes away?

Why has my dad, who is known for his giant roadtrips and, in fact, drove all the way here from the Other Coast, managed to get completely lost both times he’s come from nearby Other City to my house?

Why does he continue to take that highway east, when I keep saying “You have to go WEST. WEST!!!”

Why does he keep calling me, helplessly lost and refusing to believe that my directions are accurate?

Does anyone want to come over and run interference when he gets here? Because I’m already completely over this visit, and even with the getting-lost, he’ll still beat GB here by three hours. Arrrrrgh.