Screw you, Yahoo

Last week I got lost.

If you know me at all, that should come as no shock or surprise. I had a scheduled meeting at 9:00 in the morning in another county from mine; the night before I found the directions on Yahoo Maps (which has rarely steered me wrong before). I left with plenty of time to spare. I allowed myself an extra solid 45 minutes just in case.

Now let it be known that I only have a map of my county. But this meeting was in another one. That was probably my first mistake.

I arrived in the correct city about 45 minutes before my meeting. I made great time, which probably should have been a red flag. And then somewhere, somehow, it all went wrong. I got severely lost. But it wasn't one of those cases where you find yourself four towns and five highways over. I was only one or two streets away and for the life of me, I couldn't find the building. I drove in circles. I called the building - twice - and received two sets of directions. I pulled over - twice - and asked for directions. I swore a lot.

Finally, finally, I found the building. To my credit, I don't think the street was properly marked and there was one wrong turn on the directions (I know, excuses, excuses). But I was late, even with my extra 45 minute cushion.

So screw you, Yahoo.

But here's the best (or worse) part: At one point, I was on a street called Blue Ball Boulevard and when I called to ask for directions, I had to name my exact location.