“Damn I forgot my cell phone.” I thought to myself as I got to the stoplight, right down the street from my work.
I’m gonna get in a wreck. If I don’t accidentally run into the back of this truck, the person behind me will run into the back of me. Or a flat tire, if no one hits me, I’m gonna get a flat tire. I know it.
I was only running a quick errand, it was one mile from work, like three minutes away. But it was downtown and I hate downtown. There are one-way streets. And I always turn the wrong way.
But, I had GPS in my car. No big deal, I’ll just use that.
That is until I was “300 yards away” (my GPS told me that). Then I panicked. How far is 300 yards exactly. Do I turn here? I’m turning here. OH HOLY HELL! I just turned the wrong way down a one way street. I. knew. this. would. happen.
Seriously, now I was mad.
Good thing my GPS told me to turn around. I mean, I don’t think it would steer me down another one-way street.. Or would it?
I did a complete 360 and ended up on the same road, then little miss GPS started talking again, “your destination is in 300 yards.” 300 yards again! Really?! Stop telling me it’s 300 yards away. Okay, I’m going to just keep driving. Oh, there’s a sign! I’ve been here before, why don’t I remember the sign? For that matter, I’ve been working basically in downtown Wichita for 10 years, why don’t I know how to get anywhere. Especially without going the wrong way down a one-way street.
Shit, who cares. I made it.
Now the only thing I have to worry about is the three minute drive back to work.