Pride Goeth Before Getting Completely Lost

I was so proud of myself this past Monday.  I went out and socialized with total strangers, which is typically really hard for me.  I went to a meet-up of writers at a coffee shop, and it was super duper awesome, and I’m not just saying that because they all said they were going to look up my blog (HI, GUYS!).  So, I was proud of myself for socializing fearlessly (or at least while ignoring my fears), and also because it was in a part of town I don’t know very well, and I found the place without using my GPS.  And then, afterward, when I left, again without using my GPS, I took exactly two turns before finding myself completely lost, on a dark windy road, in the middle of nowhere.

So, I kept driving, thinking, “I’ll turn around at the next turn.”  But it was dark, and it was a back-country sort of road, with a 40 mph speed limit, so I kept missing turns until I was right up on them, and it was too late.  And I couldn’t slow down, because there was a big truck behind me, who kept not passing me, even when the lines turned dotted, and it was very upsetting.  

So, finally, after about ten minutes of driving, I came to a spot with several houses grouped together, and I managed to turn into a driveway.  Obviously, it turned out to be the same driveway the aforementioned big truck behind me was turning into.  It was dark, so I couldn’t see his face glaring at me, or the gun he was probably getting out, but I’m picturing a big gun and a mustache. 

Luckily, it was a big driveway, and I was able to awkwardly scramble my way through a three-point turn while he sped in around me, and pulled a graceful, practiced u-turn.  And then I got the hell out of there, and made it home without further incident.   

I’m gonna do it again next week, and I’m very excited!  The socializing, I mean.  At the writer’s group meeting.  I’ll turn right this time when I leave.

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