Tuesday, March 16, 2010
On Wednesday I had to drive to the Hospital for Sick Children in downtown Toronto.
My husband was supposed to go with me but he fell victim to the flu that my son brought home on the weekend and I had to fly solo.
I have driven to Sick Kids dozens of times yet I am one of those people who can’t retain directions.
Let’s just say if the police closed down my route to work, I would have to really think about how to get there another way.
It’s sad really.
So my husband gave me directions on how to get downtown, including what he said was the off-ramp from the Gardiner Expressway.
OK, he didn’t lie per se, but he gave me lackadaisical directions including an off-ramp that didn’t exist.
We have been together for 10 years now. You would think one would know you can’t do that.
If you tell me to get off at say, York, I will get off at York or at least I will stay on until I find York, which in this case didn’t exist.
I knew I had missed my turnoff when I was past the Air Canada Centre and travelling west. I called him telling him I was getting of at Dunn Avenue and had no idea where I was or how to get back to where I was suppose to be.
He informed me he didn’t know where I was either and had no idea how to get me back to where I was suppose to be.
So I turned right and hoped I was heading at least in the correct direction. I had a lovely tour through Parkdale, one of the communities we cover in my job at a newspaper.
Eventually my husband called me and directed me to where I was suppose to go.
Unfortunately, the City of Toronto was against me. Everywhere I wanted to turn left, I couldn’t. If I wanted to turn right, I couldn’t. Eventually, my son and I made it to his appointment – minutes to spare.
I am happy to report we did not get lost getting back onto the Gardiner Expressway, or getting home.