Some people have a knack for getting lost. I have a knack for driving somewhere I didn't intend to go.
There IS a difference. It may take me a while longer, and you might get to see places and things you weren't looking for, but I'll get you back where you belong ... eventually.
I also seem to be able to find detours, construction areas, dead-end streets and one-way avenues going the opposite direction, all when I'm not looking for them.
It's just one of my, shall we say, abilities.
More than once I've heard a passenger say, “This doesn't look familiar,” or “I think we're supposed to be over there.” But everything works out well unless you ask, “Do you know where you're going?”
I know WHERE we're going. I just may take a little longer to get there going my way.
GPS? Yep, got one. But it doesn't tell you everything, I've found.
A wise man once told me: “When you're driving, and you get off the course you are supposed to be on, never admit it. Just drive on.” It's definitely a “guy thing.”
I've been able to see scenery I never would have if I had stayed on course. I just considered it bonus traveling.
The only time it really has been a problem (to me) was when my passengers and I had to be somewhere at a specific time.
Anyone who knows me well knows I do not like to be late for anything.
Such was the case last week when my wife, Becky, and I had to make a trip downtown to pick up our granddaughter, Sydney, before we were supposed to have dinner with friends at a restaurant about 20 miles away. We were already a bit late when we left home.
Then, there was the construction downtown, due to the disassembly and removal of the old Interstate 40 Crosstown Expressway.
It wasn't all that bad when I just decided not to think about it but rather follow the detour and alternate route signs. In fact, we got to see a couple of streets we hadn't traveled in years — unintentionally, of course.
After we picked up Sydney, we drove to the restaurant and found that we were OK timewise for meeting our friends.
Unfortunately, we were running short on time before Sydney had to be home. She and I drove (actually, she drove, which she does often now that she has a permit) to her house before I went back to the restaurant.
At closing time, we were all heading home when I made the (wrong) turn in the parking lot. Our friends headed one way, we the other. So, I wove through the lot, then followed them out.
You're probably thinking, “He got lost in a parking lot?” No, I don't get lost. I just went where I didn't intend to go. But you know what? I did see a couple of stores in the strip mall that I didn't know were there.
And I DID get us back to where we were going ... eventually.
By the way ...
I don't think Becky is buying that I INTENDED to go that way in the parking lot.
But just in case, don't tell her any different, please. It's a guy thing.
Enjoy your week and drive safely.