Well of course I got lost on the way there. So I call the attorney and his secretary answers…what’s the first thing someone always asks when you are lost?
“Where are you?” Sweet Jesus, if I knew where I was I would not be lost.
“I am a block past the post office.” Pushing on the compass thankfully installed by GM on the rearview mirror, I am able to add “facing north”. Which of course is on my list of mistakes..saying north to a woman.
“Well what is in front of you?”
“Big buildings, lots of them, behind me, nothing. I’m supposed to be going to a big building right?”
“Ok, well you need to turn around and head toward Detroit.”
“Uhh…I’m in Detroit.” As I’m making a U-turn. “Ok, I”m turned around.”
“Ok, go to the light and take a left.”
“There isn’t any lights on this street.”
“Uh..what do you mean there are no lights? Isn’t the post office on your right now?”
“No, you had me turn around, it’s on my left now.” Stupid me adds “I’m going south now.” At least according to the rearview mirror.
“Well you need to turn around and go back to where you were. Turn right at the second light.”
So I wait til the semi goes by and proceed to make a U-turn, at that point I realize the semi is doing the same thing. Lovely…as we turn in perfect unison.
Well she proceeds to guide me to the building..with only a little confusion between right and left lanes at the last moment. Obviously my tourist disguise worked because the other drivers allowed me to squeeze the boat in at inopportune times seeing that I was an idiot female with a cell phone attached to my ear. God bless them for their patience…I was highly testing their control on road rage.