As my husband was leaving for Atlanta the other day, he asked me, "Do you need the GPS for anything?"
"Nope," I said, knowing I was going to be sticking to well known places for the next few days.
Fast forward to today. I loaded Drew in the car to take him to his Aunt Glenda's house while I worked at the food pantry at church for 2 hours. We didn't have to be at her house until 12:30, but I wanted to swing through CFA (Chick Fil A) to use my awesome coupon for lunch, so we left the house at 11:30. Good thing cause the CFA line was wrapped totally around the building. No problem though. We were early.
We got to her house a few minutes early so I ate my lunch and tried to feed Drew some of his. I left Glenda's at 12:30, knowing I'd be a few minutes early to church.
I chose to take the highway instead of the interstate since it was closer. Of course a dump truck pulled out in front of me. No worries (minus the THREE rocks that hit my windshield--no cracks, honey)--I was running early. About 15 minutes passed and I realized I hadn't hit Coldwater yet.
"Shiesh, this dump truck is really slowing me down!" I thought. About 2 minutes later I figured out why I hadn't passed Coldwater. I had taken Hwy 51 NORTH instead of Hwy 51 SOUTH. Instead of heading south to drop off Drew, then further south to go to church, I had instead headed south to drop off Drew and back north to my house!
Needless to say, I was embarrassingly 15 minutes late instead of early and was almost too embarrassed to explain why--because I'm severely directionally challenged.
I think I'll be mounting the GPS permanately into my vehicle.