This applies to my mother who I guess was not technically a wife any longer as my dad had died. Still goes to show that directionally challenged females have been around a long time. We were on our way to Illinois and got on some toll road around Kansas City. Mom took an exit for whatever reason and we come back to the toll booth, pay again, and head on out. She took the same exit three times and finally the guy in the toll booth asked her if she was lost. She admitted she was and he gave her directions where to get off and go from there. He let her through free that time.
Another time we were going to Denver to visit my sister. She got off the interstate and got lost again. All of a sudden we were surrounded by military guys in jeeps. A very polite young airman asked her if she was lost. Yes, I am. He told her to follow him, look neither right or left, and leave the camera where it was on the front seat. Jeep in front, jeep in back. When we got to my sister's, my mom told the story. My bil nearly died laughing. Come to find out, we were in the area of Cheyenne Mountain. I was glad when I could drive for myself.