Not to embarrass anyone, but I was once set up with a guy who didn’t drive. He took the train (I did not know he was coming by train, as he had neglected to tell me about the non-driving)to my neighborhood and knew I lived on a certain street just a few short blocks from the station, a main street that extended for several miles in two directions.
The guy was 10 minutes late, then 15, then 45. This was in the pre- cellphone days. Finally, after an hour and a half I get a call (he found a payphone), and he called to find out where on earth my block was! Based on his description of the area from which he was calling, I immediately realized he had literally walked over three miles in the opposite direction from my house! My street address was a low 3-digit number, so I really wondered how he failed to re-alize that if the numbers were getting HIGHER and already becoming 4 digits, that in all probability it MIGHT not be near my house.
Anyway – my dad was kind enough to drive me over to where he was (I was not yet driving, either), which happened to be an acceptable place to go for an inexpensive date. The fellow was pleasant enough, but about three years younger than I (the person who set us up was not candid about that), and clearly had no experience in dating, and was absolutely not for me. Who knows; maybe I was his first shidduch.
I was likewise pleasant, and my dad was again nice enough to pick us up when the date was over, and we dropped him off at the train station and waited until he was on the train. I am not making fun of this young man, who was probably so nervous about the date altogether, but I am honest enough to admit that it did strike me as funny at the time, that he managed to get himself lost on a main street, and that my dad had to chauffeur us around.