Getting Lost

Being in a new city I had a reasonable expectation I'd lose my way a time or two but I've been lost so many times it borders on ridiculous. I could buy a GPS but I hate them. I've been in the car with various friends and family who aren't paying attention to their driving, they're paying attention to the voice coming out of the GPS. "It's Bevis and Butthead! Isn't that funny?" Sigh. And people will obey these things even if they're being told to drive off a cliff. Seriously, my sister is the worst. We got lost going to our Dad's house. Yes, our Dad's house. If I hadn't made her stop so we could ask the people we'd passed three times while circling a city block, we'd still be there. A permanent fixture in the town. I suppose if I had a GPS I wouldn't have gotten lost on my way to work the second day. (admitted begrudgingly) I got there with no trouble the first day. I figured I'd have no trouble the next.

I was wrong.  

I went to Henderson from Roxboro via Durham...for those who don't know, that's forty minutes out of my way...oops. It worked out though because the next evening when I went out to explore Durham I knew how to get there. 

Get there, yes, no problem. Get back...Not so much.

When I finally caved in and stopped for directions I was not in a great part of town. I asked the gentleman pumping gas behind me because he didn't look like a serial killer or a drunk. He was new in town and had no clue. At least he didn't kill me. I found my way back.

I even got lost inside the hospital. I thought I was going to the downstairs rehab gym but instead I ended up walking in on a surgery. You'd think the surgical area of the hospital would be marked off a little better! I didn't stick around to ask any questions I just got the hell out of there.

The most embarrassing or at least the most dangerous was when I went the wrong way down an off ramp. I was trying to get on the highway and somehow messed that up. The "wrong way" signs and the car heading straight for me made me realize immediately what I'd done. I've always thought the game of chicken was pretty dumb so rather than engage I pulled into the grass median. My opponent slowed down and asked me if I was okay. I waved him on. Okay? Debatable. My only defense is I don't function well at six am.

I got lost on a day trip to the Outer Banks, turning a one hour trip into three. I called my sister for that one. She got on google maps and talked me in. Sigh. Day trip to Virginia Beach took an hour longer than it should have...

Tried to get to the lake ten minutes from my rental house and ended up in Virginia.

Wonder where I can go to get a GPS...