Don't run me over!

I love running.  I actually love running with my girls too, though they create 80 pounds of extra weight I have to push in front of me.  This morning was no different - we went for our morning jog (it was windy), stopped to see the horses, and turned down some of the dirt roads north of us to avoid traffic on our way home.  It's especially interesting avoiding traffic right now because of all the construction going on around us.  There are lanes narrowed, 25 mph zones everywhere in places that used to be 45 mph, and quite a few road closures.  The newest road closure started yesterday:  the north-south road next to our neighborhood is now closed down to the main road, resulting in a bypass on the street that runs directly beside our house.  A lot of drivers don't know that the street right beside us actually starts out east-west but turns north-south and connects with the main road, which means there are a lot of people pulling U-turns in our neighborhood and just generally looking lost. 

So, back to our run - we're on a dirt road.  I hear a car/truck coming up behind us, glance behind me to verify (yup, there's one there), and get over as far as I can to the left.  The truck pulls up next to me and a woman leans out.  Our conversation follows (keep in mind I'm jogging the entire time and she's driving very very close along my side):

Her:  WOW, good for you out exercising with your kids!
Me:  Thanks!
Her:  Are they twins?  ...Oh wait, no they're not.
Me:  Nope.
Her:  Does this street connect with [north-south road to the west]?
Me:  No, you'll have to go south to [this street], turn right, and then you'll be on [main road].
Her:  So it connects?
Me:  No!  You have to turn!
Her:  Which way do I go to the post office?

At this point I finally just stopped.  It was irritating feeling like she was going to run me over, and all the dirt her truck was kicking up (with the help of the wind) was choking me.

Me:  Go down to that road RIGHT.  THERE.  Turn left.  Turn right on H Avenue.  Go to the stop sign, turn right on C Drive.  That connects to C Road.  Then you'll know which way to go to the post office.
Her:  Turn right?
Me:  TURN LEFT, like that truck up there!
Her:  And that will take me to S Road? 
Me:  NO.
Her:  Okay, thanks.  *drives off*

I really wonder if maybe she was just hard of hearing.  Still, here's hoping she made it to the post office.