I get nervous when I go somewhere for the very first time. So generally, I prepare and prepare and read maps and memorize major markers until I am comfortable. I had gotten lazy with this lately, and today, during lunch, I paid the price.
I was meeting a friend for lunch. At some point, I became convinced that I was going in the wrong direction, so I tried to cut across to a bigger expressway that I felt more comfortable with. I was at an intersection and knew that Street A definitely intersected the bigger expressway I was looking for. Little did I know that Street B also intersected it, and at a MUCH closer point. Sigh.
This is my sad, convoluted path. I was so embarrassed for getting so turned around that I kept shooting past the streets I needed to turn on, making the problem worse and worse. And because I was on slow streets, I ended up being 40 minutes late. I felt so awful. It’s a testament of our friendship that my friend didn’t kick my ass in the parking lot. 🙂