So I finally got my GPS mounted back in my car and I decided that I was going to find out how I messed up when I got lost a few nights ago. So after I got back home from Mansfield I went to 62 and headed to 44, and then headed towards Louisville just as I had last time. Well when the GPS promoted me to turn right I looked up and saw that there was a two signs with arrows saying 172 this way… Yep I’m blind and just didn’t see the signs, all I can figure out is I hit that light at a green light and was watching traffic instead of watching the signs, at least that’s the story I’m going with since it makes me look less stupid.
Less stupid, instead of not stupid, at least I’m being realistic. So don’t give me shit dirty one, you know who you are. Hint it starts with “G” and ends with “enta”, I’m not even going to try to spell the full name as I believe you’ve asked me not to. By the way dirty one get your ass back here, oh and by the way speedway boy’s laptop died, it got a bad case of the blue screen of death so if you want to contact him you’ll have to figure out how to text him from there (google SMS or skype SMS?) other wise if you need to get a massage to him send it through me for now and if I’m some what slobber or not completely lost in the deliverance of Ohio I’ll get the message to him. P.S. I’m on the pilots sleep aid right now, benadryl and beer (Killian’s Irish Red – A.K.A. the good stuff and not the piss water bud, or miller), that was told to me by an actual pilot I used to work with…that was what he did when he couldn’t sleep EVEN WHEN HE WAS ON CALL! Needless to say I never took him up on his offer to take me with him on a flight. Oh by the way he works for a major airline now…no I’m not joking…thank you for choosing (airlines name) and enjoy your zzzzzzzzzz your flight.