So, I'm driving into the city from Long Island today, fairly routine, heading to the Triboro (a.k.a. the RFK Bridge) from the Grand Central. I don't know what happened but I must have taken the wrong exit and I ended up on Astoria Boulevard. Once I realized that I had taken a wrong turn, I called my sister in a frenzy, ready to cancel our plans. I couldn't find my way back to the Parkway, so I went in and out of a bunch of Queens streets without any clue as to where the main roads were located.
I had my daughter in the car and no G.P.S. Fortunately my sister happens to have a very good friend who lives in Forest Hills. She heard even more panic in my voice after I approached my second detour in a community that was completely unfamiliar to me. She had her friend Adam call me.
He's kind of a jokester and when he called me while I was driving, he started kidding me about the "crack" neighborhood I was driving through. I lost my sense of humor while I was lost in Queens. I let him know that I couldn't really handle the jokes while driving somewhere that was foreign and seemed like a maze with very high walls.
He tuned into my panic and proceeded to tell me how to find the Grand Central from where I was. He was a "lifesaver" of sorts. I was grateful. And we had a great day in Manhattan.
If you ever need a "live" G.P.S., call Adam.
I had my daughter in the car and no G.P.S. Fortunately my sister happens to have a very good friend who lives in Forest Hills. She heard even more panic in my voice after I approached my second detour in a community that was completely unfamiliar to me. She had her friend Adam call me.
He's kind of a jokester and when he called me while I was driving, he started kidding me about the "crack" neighborhood I was driving through. I lost my sense of humor while I was lost in Queens. I let him know that I couldn't really handle the jokes while driving somewhere that was foreign and seemed like a maze with very high walls.
He tuned into my panic and proceeded to tell me how to find the Grand Central from where I was. He was a "lifesaver" of sorts. I was grateful. And we had a great day in Manhattan.
If you ever need a "live" G.P.S., call Adam.
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