In case power came back in the town where I work before it came back where we live, we decided to take different cars. I took my car, and my mom and brother took another. (mistake #1)
All of our phones were (obviously) low, but we had car chargers, so that should have been good enough. (mistake #2, with ominous music playing in the distance)
I left first. (mistake #3) I plugged my phone in, entered my sister’s address, and headed off. It’s really only the last few turns that confuse me, anyway, and my phone should have been charged by then. (#4)
As I got closer to her exit off the highway, I noticed that my phone wasn’t actually charging anymore, but I thought I could either figure it out or find a gas station. (#5) Actually, I needed gas anyway, so whatever. (ominous music gets louder)
A giant truck kept me from getting over to the right exit, but instead of taking the next one that I knew led me near where I was going (some distance away), I thought I’d just take the next exit that came up. (#6) I got on the right highway, but wasn’t sure which direction to go, or how far. Naturally, I picked the wrong way. (#7)
I thought I saw a sign saying I was in the right town, so I thought I’d find a gas station and ask where the street I was looking for was. The guy said I was in a different town, and he couldn’t help me. I needed gas anyway, so I got some.
I then proceeded to go further in the wrong direction until I passed: a sign saying I was in the town he said I was already in, another sign for a different town, and a sign for a company I knew I didn’t normally pass. Then I finally decided to turn around.
After a much longer time, I passed the street I needed to turn onto, and then turned around again and got on it, a few more minor wrong turns later, I got to my sister’s house, where everyone apparently assumed I was dead. Even though they all know about my alarmingly poor sense of direction.