So turns out the city looks COMPLETELY different after dark...who'd a thunk? Last Thursday night I attempted to drive out of the city to spend the long weekend with family in Rockford, Illinois. Ended up driving in this never-ending circular loop for a good 10 minutes before I raised the white flag. Found myself at a gas station with a map in my hand, trying to get directions from a lovely Indian man whose adorable accent - and my complete lack of language skills - created a bit of a barrier. Turns out this guy knew what he was talking about; I found US-14 in no time after following his directions. My last image of him: his earnest face pressed against the gas station window, willing me on to the correct road. Thank you, random angel of mercy, for taking pity on a directionally challenged small-town kid.
And on this subject of getting lost/being directionally challenged: I'm thinking about wearing a sign around my neck that says "Don't bother: I don't know where I am right now, much less where you're trying to go." For some reason, I am one of those unfortunate people who never really knows where they are or where they're trying to go, but apparently LOOKS like they do. I swear, every other person on the street asks me for directions. It's just not a good idea, people. Don't do it. Even if I'm familiar with where you're trying to go, I'll still manage to get you lost. It's like my superpower. VERY unhelpful power, FYI.
Gearing up to assemble my bedstand this afternoon. Probably going to involve much drama, because in these tools/assembly/reading directions situations I'm much like Vanna White from Wheel of Fortune: I can pose very prettily and make the smarter people look REALLY good. But that's about it.
Well, we'll see what happens...
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