Why I Never Win at Scotland Yard

When we moved to Boston a year ago, Evan had a whole new city to learn. We practiced getting off the T at Harvard Sq., choosing the right exit, and walking to the chapel on Brattle Street. It is a confusing station with curving hallways and three exits. After doing it 2 times, he said he knew where to go and didn't need my help. The next week I decided to play James Bond and follow him.

I did a stakeout in the station and when I saw him walk near, I turned around to hide my face. He walked by, but took a wrong turn. Hoping it was a short-term error, I went another way to cut him off. Instead, I lost him.

I walked all over the station. In and out of every exit. Scanning my CharlieCard multiple times as I frantically searched. 

I called him once, and he said he was close to the church. So I walked to the church. He was not on the street. He was not at FHE in the church. 

I started calling too often, so he stopped answering. He didn't want to talk with me. He stopped answering texts. After 15 minutes unresponsive, I had my parents and siblings try to get a hold of him.

10 minutes later he answered and told me two cross streets he was near. Here was his walking path:

And showing why I am bad at Scotland Yard, here is my walking path: 

We finally made it to FHE, and I sat down next to my roommate. Not knowing of the previous 30 minute travails, he whispered to me, "Evan is much higher functioning than I thought!"