Thursday, December 22, 2005


I have officially given up any hope of becoming a navigator. Tonight, in an attempt to outsmart rush hour, I decided to take some back roads. I got so hopelessly lost, that at some point I was actually on the way to Rochester, MN and then suddenly going north again. If it hadn't been for the $3 suction-cup compass, things would have been much worse.
As I meandered through endless streets and county roads, I started to laugh. If someone were following me (a spy, a background investigator, a stalker), they were probably thinking: a) I was on crack; or b)I was extremely clever and trying to lose the tail.
So, no navigator career for me. Note to self: next car I buy better have OnStar.