Turn Around When Possible

Back in the dark ages, before I had a GPS, prior to any outing, my kids demonstrated what considerate people they are by looking the address up on MapQuest.  Not only did they look up the directions, they printed out both map and the text directions and maybe most importantly, they calculated an appropriate departure time.

They’ve never told me this, but I’m fairly sure that they collaborated on and developed a complicated algorithm to determine when we should leave, an equation based on the estimated time according to MapQuest, whether or not we’d been there before, and the number of turns along the route.  I’m certain that each additional turn exponentially increased the risk of getting lost, which is something I seem to do very well.   I also suspect that their motives may have been more out of self-preservation than thoughtfulness.

I’m a pro at getting lost, what I don’t do so well is staying calm while I’m off course.  The more disoriented I am, the redder my face gets and the more irrational and irritable I become.  It’s especially unpleasant if I forgot to brew my coffee with an even mix of leaded and un-leaded.  (There’s a reason my kids call me half-caf).

I’ve been known to call friends and family from unintended destinations which have included finding myself in a neighboring state rather than wherever it was I was trying to get to.  The most dramatic by far was when I was in my early twenties on a job hunting mission. I somehow found myself on the toll bridge going into East St. Louis sweating through the back of my dress as the warnings about going over the bridge raced through my head as I approached the toll booth.  I handed the shaking dollar to the silver haired attendant.

“Honey…are you sure you want to cross this bridge?” he asked.

“Noo…I got lost….” I replied.

He handed my dollar back and said, “Honey, across that bridge ain’t no place for you.”

To this day I don’t know how he did it, but he managed to stop traffic and find a way for me to turn around and head back to the security of being lost in a slightly safer city.

You can imagine how relieved people close to me were when they heard I purchased a GPS a few years ago.  No more phone calls from across the river wondering how I got there and how to get where I needed to go:  no more MapQuest or Google Maps, no more irrational outbursts, and no more getting lost.  I think the person that was the most relieved was me, no more embarrassing albeit funny stories of getting lost.

Much to my chagrin that has not been the case.  Between cities that have one name on Google Maps or MapQuest and another name in my GPS, walking vs. driving instructions on my smart phone, and good old “operator error,”  I still manage to find ways to end up in a CPA firm inquiring about my scheduled Tarot card reading.

A young woman raised her head from behind her monitor and asked, “Can I help you?”

“I…I…ummm I have an appointment….” I stuttered.

“What is the appointment in regard to?” she inquired.

“Uhhhh…a Tarot card reading….ummm…I’m pretty sure I have the wrong place,” I replied.

“Oh.  That must be on North Sixteenth this is South Sixteenth, we’re an accounting firm ma’am.”

My guess is they’re still laughing about it, I know I am.

13 thoughts on “Turn Around When Possible

  1. I’m still laughing. As I read about half way – I thought that sounds just like me. My worst one was in Detroit. But the further I got……no, I’ve never had an experience getting lost on a toll bridge.

    On the other hand….I haven’t learned how to use my GPS. I guess we’re even. Heeheehee.

  2. As I said before, you have extraordinary gifts. One of them is getting lost!
    My FIL, an adventurous type, always said you were never lost until you ran out of gas.

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