Quoth earl colby pottinger
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For example, several years back, my dad insisted on going to a park near the county line to try out his metal detector. Since I'd never been there, and since he had some health issues, I went with him. Had I known then what I know now...but I digress.
Getting down there wasn't the problem, it was getting home that was the issue. Rather than simply exit the park the same way we drove in, he drove around looking for the remains of old foundations, or buildings that had been torn down. Got us all turned around, which wasn't helped by some of the roads either being closed...or not on the map. Rather than look for landmarks, or slow down so I could read the damn signs, he kept going.
After driving around in circles for a bit, we ended up somewhere along the river. I had a rough idea where we were, since I'd usually take the MG down there. All he had to do was turn left at the junction, and we'd have made it home in about 20 minutes. Not the best way to head home, because you'd be going through a residential (25mph zone with police everywhere) but doable. After making yet another wrong turn, I tried to tell him to head back to the river, make a left, and follow the signs for South Park.
He replied that I didn't know what I was talking about, and that I shouldn't tell him what to do. My reaction? Fuck you then, and went back to reading my magazines. More wrong turns, more bitching and moaning about being lost, etc. 2 hours went by before he pulled out his (seriously outdated) GPS, and attempted to plot his way home. Yes, you read that right--2 freaking hours went by--before using the GPS, which told him *exactly* what I did. Turn left at the light, follow the river north, merge onto the highway. As we're pulling in the driveway, I got to hear him bitch about wasting all that time
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