So I took what little pride I had left and put it in a ziplock bag labeled "For a rainy day"

While being the good Samaritan that I am in taking Nicks car to get the oil changed, the alignment and all that other miscellaneous stuff, I found myself in yet another bloggable position. In the beginning I had full intentions of letting this one slide after making only one freeway mistake but when the mistakes started piling up like exercise DVD's under my couch, I reconsidered. First off, I have traveled this route many times because my car dealer is right by Nick's so I was perfectly fine leaving Gwenith the GPS at work. Total bad idea. I remembered that they had put in that new Legacy freeway so I called my dad to ask him which side of the road I stay on to fork off into the right freeway. He tells me right but for some reason my car went left. At this point I was talking to Mrs. Kay (Nick's mom) so she had to help me the best she could without knowing exactly where I was trying to go, or exactly where I was. It didn't help that when she asked where I was my answer was, "there are cows to my right and an industrial building to my left." Perfect, I am sure that Kay knew exactly where in Utah there was just that. So eventually I thought I had found my way and thanked her to only tell her this wouldn't end up on my blog... Well guess what, with the events to come it just wouldn't be right to leave this out. When I discovered I had made the wrong mistake in going further North on the freeway instead of South, I called my dad yet again. He calmed me down and got me on the right road because I am sure he knew that once I got back on the freeway he would spend another hour trying to get me there. After what seemed like all hope was lost, I saw the dealership sign glowing and the heavens opened up and I was personally escorted into the parking lot by a homeless man that looked like Ryan Seacrest. Since I have been battling a UTI for the past forever, I now HAVE to go to the bathroom, but I can't until I cover everything with the service man and let him know all of what needs to be done. When that was finally over I went straight to the bathroom. You know those times when you need to go so bad it seems like it is spilling over out of your eyeballs, you are doing some awkward dance because picking up your feet seems to help hold back the urge, and right when you see the toilet you can't get your pants off fast enough? It was that times ten. The germ freak that I am couldn't find enough time to put a seat liner down so I just went for it. Once again, another bad idea. They had just cleaned the bathroom so the toilet seat was up. I fell right into the toilet, went to stand up, hit my purse off the door hook with my head, and spilled out the thousands of things inside..................................................................................................... I just needed a moment of silence. I considered throwing everything in the toilet and flushing it but remained calm after counting backwards from a million. After I got myself situated in the waiting lobby, I pulled out my book and had about an hour of un interrupted reading time. The car was finally done and with confidence I figured the ride back would be fine considering there was no legacy freeway to accidentally end up on that way. I was faced with something much worse, I missed two exits, couldn't merge over on one because for some reason people are NOT polite, and ended up doing laps inside that monstrous spaghetti bowl of roads we have. I couldn't bring myself to call anyone to get me out of it so I continued to flip a coin to determine my next exit. After five more minutes of feeling like I was in the book "go dogs go" and just making laps, I found my exit and was on the right track. FIN-A-LLY. I am so glad I did though because right before that I made a decision that if I took one more exit that was wrong, I would find the one that says Vegas and continue following it until I actually got there.