It all started out so simply. We were invited to friends' house for wine and munchies, then planned to go on with them to dinner at a restaurant. They live in a newer subdivision way out north off of Carroll Road. My spouse and I were secretly amused at the lengths this couple went to assure that we could find their place - just today we received one phone call with directions, one email with detailed directions, and of course we had their address to put in our GPS. We did appreciate being told that we could ignore the road closed sign when we came to it, which we did. We drove along, marveling at how much things have changed since I used to live out that way, and blithely drove past the well marked entrance to their subdivision and into the next one where the street signs were not at all right, which we realized pretty quickly. Our friendly GPS lady led us out of that maze by the longest possible route, we back tracked to the correct subdivision and finally made our way to their house, only about fifteen minutes late. That wasn't so bad except that earlier in the day I had assured them that, with all their careful directions, it would be our own fault if we got lost. It was. After a lovely conversation over wine and cheese, we made our way to the restaurant, had a good meal, said our goodbyes and headed on our separate ways. At one point in the dinner conversation my spouse said that he would have looked something up, but he had left his phone in the car. It wasn't until we were all the way home that we realized he had left the phone at their house. Just as we were texting them to say we were coming to get his phone, the husband of the couple called us to say they had found a cell phone and was it ours? The good news is we made it back to their house with no mis-turns, got the phone and have now made it home to stay, at least for tonight. The other good news is that we for sure know the way to their new house now.
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