I am the reason they invented GPS units. I could be the poster child for gosh sakes! Now, don't think that I am completely inept. I can read a map. I can follow a map. Better yet, I have an 8525 with navigation capabilities. My phone and I, we can make it anywhere together. As long as I remember that I have it.
But... every once in awhile out of nowhere someone really screws me up and asks me for directions. Shit, people, once my eyes glaze over please cut your losses and move on. Quickly. Otherwise it will be painful. For you. And I will feel guilty later. Kind of.
While I was waiting for the school bus, a lady stopped me and asked for directions to the Seattle Ikea. Well, that right there is confusing. The Seattle Ikea isn't in Seattle, it's in Tukwila. A city that has a mall. And an Ikea. And not much else. It isn't a bad area it is just stuck in between a few bigger cities and it seems to disappear.
Moving right along. So I proceeded to stutter my way through giving her directions. Kind of. My directions consisted of turn left at the new starbucks, but not into the parking lot where it is and go right at the roundabout (because seriously, I have seen people go left!). Man, I sure hope she made it. I sure hope that she doesn't live in the neighborhood. Yikes!
Dear Nice Lady in the New Ford Edge,
I hope that you made it to Ikea safely. And in a timely manner. I also hope that you were able to find someone more competent than I. Did you have a cinnamon roll? I hear they are awesome.
Always Lost,
Chelle
P.S., Ikea's half yearly sale starts tomorrow, I hope you saved your receipt.
I totally should have whipped out my phone... dammit.
