Got a funny story to tell you that happened to me in the afternoon.
I was helping out with a garage sale to help raise money for my grandparents to live on in their savings. I was there from 10am to about 4pm. Far as I know on that day, we raised at least $100.
My Aunt Robin and her family are here in the states, they currently live in China (complex story on that) for awhile to help out with the garage sale and cleaning up the house that my grandparents moved out of. Raising money for my grandparents to have for their savings or something.
Shortly after noon, my Aunt planned to pick up her sons, one in high school another in elementary, which her husband forgot while getting a carpet cleaner for a day. I joined her in getting the boys and come back. They're living with another family members, my other Aunt and Uncle relatives.
Later on the day, we made a few sales, little restocking, and I planned to leave by 4pm. As it was nearing to 4, my aunt decided to let her boys go home, and let me take them home. I asked for instructions. I may have misheard her or perhaps the heat was getting to me (100's!).
I was to take Ward Pkwy and turn left (West) on 83rd st. I actually turned right (east) on 83rd. There was only two streets intersecting 83rd on the east side, then splits into a T. Ended up driving in circles from 81st to 84th (82nd wasn't on that side) between Ward Pkwy and Wornall Rd. Eventually had to admit I was lost.
Made a pit stop at 81st and Jefferson to contact my mom (at first was to contact my Aunt Robin but we didn't know her number, second was the phone number to the old house but no answer, third was my dad but went straight to voice mail, forth being mom at my house), after wondering around for 5 minutes or so. My cousin had my phone, he didn't bring his. We told her where we were, what was around us, the streets, and which direction we were facing.
Unfortunately, my cousin is not good at transferring instructions from my mom to me. We got more lost and confused. I eventually was giving the phone, while driving. Worrying about police was the second worry on my mind... top was driving with one hand free and hoping not to make an accident. I was able to get mom's instructions, repeat back what I heard to make sure I heard right, got corrected a bit, but finally got them.
We finally got on the west side of State Line Rd., just west of Ward Pkwy, on 83rd street. When mom was saying "Ensley Ln." it sounded like she was saying "Envy". So I missed the street, but made a turn around off of Wenong Rd. and turn right (back east) till we saw Ensley and turn left (North). Soon as we see 82nd (Cul-da-sac like street there), made a turn and finally brought them home.
What was suppose to take 10 mins ended up being 30 mins. Soon as we saw the church, a land mark, on 83rd going west, we finally figured out where we were.
I wish we had a video camera to record this, it was just so funny and epic failing. I'm thankful I didn't get pulled over or cause an accident while I was on the phone for a few seconds getting instructions directly from my mom with one hand on the wheel.
Unlike some men, I had to admit defeat and ask for directions, from my Mom...
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