Here's another story from my big move:
The first evening we arrived in Georgia, we couldn't stay in our house. The movers were not going to deliver our belongings until the next day. Which meant we had to stay in a hotel. Fine. After driving ten hours and finally seeing our new house (I had not been to Georgia, so this was the first time I got to see the house in person.) it was time to find the hotel. It was about ten o'clock at night, and getting dark.
My daughter and I were in one car, and my husband, son, and dog were in the other. I entered the address of the hotel into my Garmin and hoped for the best.
Now if you're not familiar with Atlanta, Georgia, let me just tell you, the roads are nuts! There are usually six lanes of heavy traffic, lots of people making U-turns, and a bazillion access ramps going all over the place.
I was fine on the freeway, but when it was time to get off, the problems started.
"Continue straight and then take the access ramp on the right," my Garmin said in her oh-so-friendly voice.
I peered at the access ramps ahead. There were three. One went right. One when back right. And one looked almost like a U-turn. Which one? I studied the Garmin map with my bleary eyes. I'm directionally-challenged, so that little procedure was absolutely meaningless. I guessed. And of course I guessed wrong.
"Recalculating," the Garmin said.
I said a few choice words in my head.
I tried again. This time I enlisted my daughter's help, because she's a lot smarter than I am when it comes to these things.
"Which way?" I asked her when I was again faced with the access ramp challenge.
"I don't know," she said helpfully.
I guessed again.
I did a Mama growl.
"Just do it again. The next one will be right," my daughter suggested.
"I'm not doing it again," I grumbled. "I'm going a different way."
So that's what I did. I randomly drove around while the stupid Garmin recalculated, and we finally arrived forty minutes later.
I'm such a genius!