When driving I don’t have the best sense of direction and often wind up taking the long or scenic route to where I am going but last week I outdid myself.
Last week I went to go visit one of the other faires where there is a SingleTree booth to deliver some stock to the manager there and to try and do a bit of work on the displays to increase sales. So after talking to the boss I went online and looked the faire up and wrote down 4 lines of directions to get me to the nearby town and a few more to get me to the actual faire. On Wednesday I took off for Michigan to the town of Grand Blanc sort of late with the intention of meeting the manager at the site the next morning. I made it there through Chicago and quite a few toll ways with no problem and then found the faire the next morning just as easily.
The problems started when I was trying to find the booth before the manager got there but just could not find it. Then she got to the site and we could not find each other on the faire site.
Then it dawns on me, I’m at the wrong faire in the wrong state. It just so happens that there are faires in both Minnesota and Michigan that start on the same date and when talking with the boss about the trip we had only briefly talked about what state it was in. So now it’s 12pm on Thursday and I’m a 7 hour drive in the wrong direction from the place that I need to be. I have to both get the stock to the correct faire and get back to Bristol by late Friday night so I can be ready to open my shop up on Saturday. I wound up driving over 700 miles on Thursday but I managed to get the stuff there and get back in time.
I normally don’t buy into the whole blond airhead thing but it’s really the best excuse I can come up with for this.