The Last Straw . . .

Last night, on my way to pick up Drew in Arlington, I missed my exit. When I tried to right myself I became hopelessly lost. I found myself at National airport twice, Shirlington, Crystal City, and the wrong way on a one-way street before I finally found a way back onto the north-bound freeway and to the appropriate exit. The whole thing wouldn't have been so bad if my cell phone wasn't dead. As it was I was over an hour late to pick up Andrew and missed a visiting teaching appointment.

Andrew was not amused (in part because I missed the exit in the first place because I was talking on my almost-dead cell phone thereby distracting myself and using up the remainder of my precious battery). He said it was "the last straw" and on the way home he insisted that we purchase a GPS for me. I have been resisting this for years, but I'm not sure why. So far I like GPS.