When I was 14 years old, I happen to ACCIDENTLY lock the keys in the car at a rest stop on a family vacation. That three hour long delay in the trip resulted in me never being able to drive the vehicle or even touch the keys to the car on any type of vacation since. At age 28, my new loving husband tried to bestow some faith in his bride and allowed me to drive in St Louis today. After three minutes in the driver's seat, we had managed to travel only less than half a mile. In that short distance we went through 6 Do Not Enter signs...honestly 6. Changed directions...um I lost count. And travled the wrong way down a One-Way Street...twice. Twenty minutes later, we reached our destination..which was actually only 2 milles from the starting point. I tried to chalk this all up to a little exaggeration on my husband's part...until I noticed I had somehow managed to confuse the GPS...we were driving into the directional arrow. Is that possible?
Unfortunately, my husband is having surgery tomorrow. Doctor's Orders include "No driving for at least one week." We are currently taking donations to hire a taxi service from St. Louis to Peoria.
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