A street number, doing what it does best.
I had an appointment this week and I decided, most irregularly, to drive.
It should have been easy enough to get to, my online map-thing said it was only 9.1km and 16 minutes away, but by the time I finally reached my destination I felt like Burke and/or Wills and was ready to eat my camels (if only I had thought to bring some).
So after a significant period of time and a rather unpleasant detour that involved rain and walking in it, I arrived, almost an hour late, sputtering and stammering to the receptionist about the stupidity of town planners everywhere.
She laughed good naturedly and said, with nowhere near enough sympathy for my wrong turns, lost hours and wet socks, "oh yes yes, it's the darndest thing, the numbers on this road restart every time it hits a new suburb".
What? Whose crazy-arsed idea was that? Street numbers are supposed to go up! And they're supposed to go up in order! It's their thing! It's what they do!
What kind of roads-based policy maker would come up with the idea of restarting the numbering in every suburb? An evil one, that's who. Next they'll be handing out addresses like 'Over the Hill and Far Away,' 'The Bridge at the End of the World,' or 'Earth', none of which are going to help me get from A to B.
I can't wait until the robots take over the world; they'll sort this shit out.