I’m surprised sometimes that I can find my way to my own desk.
This has nothing to do with gratuitous amounts of alcohol, but I seem to be getting lost everywhere I drive. I may have covered this once before, but If I have and then forgot, that would be par for the course.
I was coming to work this morning; I thought it wouldn’t be too hard to follow the signs for RT. 40 (my dad told me it would be shorter). The signs are only a couple of feet big, that’s why I missed them, I guess. I ended up driving all over northern Baltimore city, touring some lovely neighborhoods. The embarrassing part is, I have been trained in land navigation by some of the finest schools in the military.
If you see on the news where we accidentally invaded Antarctica, let’s just say that I’ll be one person with a sympathetic ear.
I was finally directed in by one of the Disc Space Conservation Society’s choppers. Seems that they do morning traffic reports on the side. A bunch of guys rappelled onto the highway and set up huge florescent signs saying: “THIS WAY” and “WATCH THE ROAD, NOT THAT WOMAN”. I arrived safe and sound.
I may have to put out a questionnaire asking about the meaning of some of the phrases that people were shouting at me. I couldn’t hear a lot of them because of the loud music in my car, but the one I did hear were kind of colorful.
By the way, if anyone needs a green card, I now know where you can get as many as you want for about fifty bucks a piece. According to the gentleman that approached me, not only don’t they require any kind of identification, accurate documentation is discouraged. The MVA should pick up on this, the lines would probably be much shorter.
