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Lost In Queens

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.

Comments

Anonymous said…
get a gps. everyone should have one.
November 7, 2010 at 4:19 AM
ActionAdam said…
Julie the mom. Panic was not the word. Mass Hysteria was more like it - i could hear your heart pounding through my speaker phone - I had the neighbor kids gather around to hear your fear - we all had a big laugh - you will be forever remembered as the soccer mom who was 2 blocks from safety and 1 block from hell (lol). It's all good. Next time stop and stay a while - come for dessert at the Lemon Ice king or some fine dining at the Parkside - you weren't too far away - You'll be much safer there - As for the other blocks Gringa - you may need to brush up on your karate moves.
November 10, 2010 at 10:24 PM
Anonymous said…
Haha. Very funny. Let's put adam on a boat at sea and see if he makes it home!
November 11, 2010 at 9:34 AM
Julie Ann Klein said…
maybe i'll stick with the automated, electronic "adams" of the navigational-g.p.s. world.
November 11, 2010 at 11:46 AM
ActionAdam said…
adam would not survive at sea - without a courageous captain onboard - no doubt - as for having a good laugh at JulieTheMom's expense - I do apologize for blogging past my bedtime - The truth is - julie the mom was so close to the highway - i felt safe to make fun because the only direction i needed to give was - go strait - there were no turns - involved - the easiest rescue mission of all time - and for that i am thankful. Had it been a "situation" I would have gotten in my car and found Mrs. JAK and personally navigated her to safety.
November 11, 2010 at 1:35 PM
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