I thought I used to have a really good sense of direction. Well I was wrong. So, Friday night, my wonderful friend Marina, offers to give me a ride up to Alpharetta. We decide to leave at 5 so "we don't hit the traffic". Now, normally it takes about 45min-1 hr. to get to Alpharetta. So we start out chatting, excited, etc. Half way into the drive, Marina asks me if I know where we are going.
"I thought you remembered how to get there?"
"No."
"Well I guess we'll just have to figure it out."
"Okay."
As Marina keeps chatting, I look at an exit sign, and think, that looks really familiar, like, oh i don't know, maybe the one we have to take?!
Sure enough, that was the exit. We keep driving until we hit Atlanta. Two signs pop up: 85N, and 75N. I vaguely remembered having a conversation with my friend, Olga, that if anything take 85N. So we proceed to take that, of course never thinking that we would have to turn off somewhere; an hour later we find ourselves lost and in an unknown part of Georgia. What to do? Turn around and head back to Atlanta. So we try 75N, and this time we end up in the hickest place ever- Winder,GA. We stop by a gas station to fill up, as we enter the quick mart, a nauseating smell hits my nose- the combination of tobacco and cleaning products. To my right, the local town folk are playing the slot machines inside of this quick mart. Apparently this is the happening place in Winder. I begin to feel lightheaded- I swear I was burning brain cells by the second. After figuring out directions from a rough, country girl we head back. Marina almost hits a median, and a truck almost runs us off the road. What can I say? Good times. Apparently, the right directions are 85N and then 75N. Well, you guessed it, we end up on some god forsaken road again. I finally call Olga, to tell her that we are lost again, and that we can't figure out how to get to Alpharetta for the life of us. What should of taken us 50 min. turned into a 4 hour drive. Marina, you are awesome for putting up with all of that!
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