I got back from my first day of my friday class early, and I was debating whether or not to go look for a book for another class. Initially, I wanted to put it off for tomorrow, but I knew it would be best if I went today...just incase I didn't find anything, so I would be able to go looking for it someplace else.
So the adventure was going to happen. I wrote the address down, double checked it, triple checked it, and then I was out the door. I typed it into my gps, and then I was ready to go. The antique store I was set out to find was about 20 minutes away in Mechanicsville. I had no idea where I was going, so when the gps said that I have reached my destination, and I didnt see what I was looking for, I realized I was lost. Not fun. It led me to a funeral home and a business building. This was not funny. Really?
So I drove around, because certainly it was nearby, because certainly I must have missed it. After circling around a few neighborhoods, I finally came up with the idea that I should look at the building numbers to see if I was even close. I was in the 800s, I was looking for the 1000s, so I headed in the direction where the numbers were going up.
I kept driving, and driving, and driving until I finally saw a place that said 'antiques.' Now i know this wasn't the place, but I was sure that there was someone inside there that knew where to find the place I was looking for. I was right. A lady inside knew exactly where it was and gave me directions. Thank goodness. At least now I know it exists...and a location.
Off I was again, on the hunt, and sure enough I found what I was looking for. I'm so glad I didn't just turn around when the gps was wrong. It's quite funny how far my brain and a little bit of information can go.
The gps was off by about a few miles. O technology, why must you almost always fail me?
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