Lost with Friends #25

If I can remember just one time when I’ve been lost, it would have to be when I had to pick my mother up. She had an appointment in Springfield and when she went out to her car, it wouldn’t start. She waited for me to get home from work before she called. She told me what had happened and asked if I could bring my boyfriend at the time and my brother to help fix the car. I agreed. I couldn’t just leave her there. She gave me turn for turn directions exactly how she got there. I wrote them down and even repeated it to her. So we grabbed our stuff, picked up my brother and we were on our way. The ride down there was pretty routine the same way we always went. Before we got to town, I reread the directions to avoid getting lost. We drove down the hill and exactly where she told us to go. We ended up driving around Springfield for two hours looking for the building she was at. We drove around town looking for anything that looked like the building she described. We finally found a cop and stopped him and asked him if he knew where the building was. Apparently I am the only one that can get a cop lost in his own town. My mother got so tired of waiting, she ended up calling her sister to come get her. After driving for another hour we were ready to give up and head to the police station to see if they could help us. I decided that we would retrace our steps as we came into town. Apparently I came in one road over than what I was supposed to. By the time we got to her, she was standing in the front on the sidewalk waiting for us to get there. Then to top it all off, the boys figured out what was wrong with her car. The fuse to the headlights was blown and she had to get another one.