I get lost alot. There is nothing worse than driving your car, low on gas, at night and not knowing where the heck you are. This story takes place well before personal GPS and gasp we weren't even thinking cell phones. My Hubby then boyfriend was On leave from the Army and we had to take separate cars to a get-together. No problem; I had inherited my Dad's ginormous LTD ford and it was in good running shape so off I went; I followed my hubby/boyfriend in his car.
Fact #1--I was relatively a new driver. Living in the city I didn't drive much at all.
Fact#2--It was night time
Fact#3--I have less than adequate night vision....OK horrible
Before we got into our cars I asked Hubby to not speed because unlike his sporty car I was driving a boat.
We started off well. I stayed close enough to follow but not dangerously close. Then he started to pick up speed. He changed into this lane and that lane. I kept a close eye though, and when he took that exit off the expressway I was right there with him. He sped.
I yelled.
I mean why the heck was he driving so fast? We had talked about it and he said that he was going to stay close. He changed more lanes, but I was GOOOOOD. I kept my eye on his car (which by the way was not easy because it was night time) He drove faster.
"What the H--E double hockey sticks is wrong with him! Is he trying to lose me? Is this some kind of sick way of breaking up with me?" I was yelling louder. "WHAT ARE YOU FREAKIN' DOING!!!??? ( only I didn't say freakin')
Finally I caught up with him and I was right behind his little red car. I looked at the license plate and it had numbers like every other license plate ...oh and it had one more thing...the letters M.D. on it.
Hubby was NOT a doctor. I was stalking and cursing at the wrong car. I was..... LOST!
So you ask what happened? I was lost for about an hour. I must have asked half a dozen gas station attendants for directions. I finally got to my correct destination and Hubby/boyfriend's family and friends got a good chuckle out of the whole ordeal. It was pretty funny, but I do look back and I wonder if there is some doctor out there re-telling the story of the night he had to out-race some crazy stalker chick.
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I get lost alot. There is nothing worse than driving your car, low on gas, at night and not knowing where the heck you are. This story takes place well before personal GPS and gasp we weren't even thinking cell phones. My Hubby then boyfriend was On leave from the Army and we had to take separate cars to a get-together. No problem; I had inherited my Dad's ginormous LTD ford and it was in good running shape so off I went; I followed my hubby/boyfriend in his car.
Fact #1--I was relatively a new driver. Living in the city I didn't drive much at all.
Fact#2--It was night time
Fact#3--I have less than adequate night vision....OK horrible
Before we got into our cars I asked Hubby to not speed because unlike his sporty car I was driving a boat.
We started off well. I stayed close enough to follow but not dangerously close. Then he started to pick up speed. He changed into this lane and that lane. I kept a close eye though, and when he took that exit off the expressway I was right there with him. He sped.
I yelled.
I mean why the heck was he driving so fast? We had talked about it and he said that he was going to stay close. He changed more lanes, but I was GOOOOOD. I kept my eye on his car (which by the way was not easy because it was night time) He drove faster.
"What the H--E double hockey sticks is wrong with him! Is he trying to lose me? Is this some kind of sick way of breaking up with me?" I was yelling louder. "WHAT ARE YOU FREAKIN' DOING!!!??? ( only I didn't say freakin')
Finally I caught up with him and I was right behind his little red car. I looked at the license plate and it had numbers like every other license plate ...oh and it had one more thing...the letters M.D. on it.
Hubby was NOT a doctor. I was stalking and cursing at the wrong car. I was..... LOST!
So you ask what happened? I was lost for about an hour. I must have asked half a dozen gas station attendants for directions. I finally got to my correct destination and Hubby/boyfriend's family and friends got a good chuckle out of the whole ordeal. It was pretty funny, but I do look back and I wonder if there is some doctor out there re-telling the story of the night he had to out-race some crazy stalker chick.
