This morning I got a call from my sister-in-law. Her grandmother was dying, and she needed me to pick my niece up from school. No problem.
After my niece was in my car, I explained the situation. She burst into tears. When I offered her the chance to go to the nursing home to say goodbye, she gave me a definite yes.
But I had no idea where this nursing home was or how to get there.
I called my SIL. I don't keep paper or writing utensil in my car, so I had to instantly memorize the directions. They led me through a part of town that I was once familiar with (I had lived in that area in 2000-2001), but I hadn't been that way in a long time. That's going to be my excuse. Because I got so turned around...
What I heard was that I was supposed to make a left turn on this one street. But when I got to that street, I could only make a right (unless I wanted my car to get up close and personal with the Pacific Ocean). Certain that I had made a wrong turn somewhere, I turned around and retraced my path.
My niece was sure that I was taking too long. She was sure that by the time we got to the nursing home her Nana would already have passed. I was feeling horrible enough already. And my niece could have been correct--we could have already missed her Nana.
I found a place to pull over to call my SIL again (certain that she thought I was an idiot by now). Sure enough, I was going the right way before. I should have made a right turn right where I turned around because I was sure I was in the wrong place.
So, I got to the right street, but I made a right turn instead of a left. I again called my SIL to confirm. By now she was standing outside the nursing home (because she had to be sure that I would never find it on my own). I turned around and headed (finally) in the right direction.
Then I found the place easily, but I was in the wrong lane. Of course there was a bus in the way so I couldn't change lanes. And the guy behind me decided that he had to honk at me for being an idiot. Yes, I was perfectly aware that I was an idiot. But we had been in the car for nearly an hour getting to a place that was probably less than 20 minutes away from where I had started. I wasn't in the mood to have to turn around again.
There's a reason I rarely drive. I can't be trusted to find any place.