We get lost.
And it's not in the way where you have absolutely no idea where you are. It's the whole, woops, I missed the exit vs. how can you miss that? sort of thing. We were taking our car to be inspected, me and Steph in one car and Mack and Mere in another. All four of us in one car together is already funny, but two and two can be funnier.
So we were going to where we would get the car inspected and I was in the passenger seat, navigating. Apparently I suck at it because I completely didn't see where we were supposed to go, getting it mixed up with a different store, so we had to turn around and go back...and I directed her into the wrong end of the parking lot. Had to back up/turn and then go into the lot again, this time with my face firmly planted against the window to be sure I knew where we were going.
And then, Mack and Mere were in the other car, using a GPS, and still missed the turn at least two times. When we finally met up and got out of the car, we were already laughing and explaining how we went the wrong way. Apparently, Mere, who was in the passenger seat of their car, was telling Mack where to go but she wouldn't listen. Mack says she's a good navigator, but if you ask me, not so much. (Which is another funny story and while she is good, I like to fake-complain to her about it).
One trip to get a car inspected = many laughs with us, and thinking about it again makes me laugh even more.
As per usual.
Loves anything red. Rock music, playing the guitar, drawing, writing, tattoos, and sports are some of my interests and hobbies. I like to laugh, I like to think I'm funny. I talk a lot...just a warning.