The other day, Katie and her best friend were in Atlanta at IKEA stocking up on supplies for their dorm room----well, actually their apartment. After spending all their money, they headed out to a local hospital to visit a friend who had been in a car accident.
Now, amazingly enough, they planned ahead and had directions to the hospital. Everything should have been peachy keen.
Ah, but things are not all that they may seem.
I got a call from Katie saying they were lost. They had stopped at a gas station to ask for directions but they didn’t believe the clerk. Then why bother stopping to ask??
But, no, I didn’t say anything. I just asked where they were and where they were headed.
A pause. Well, I think we’re on Piedmont.
Okay. Where are you headed?
Egleston Children’s Hospital.
But in the back of my mind, I wondered if that was correct. After all, the friend in question is over 18.
However, I was a good mommy and mapquested directions for them. I stayed on the line and talked them through all the roads.
Until……uh, mom? We’re headed for the wrong hospital. She isn’t at Egleston. She’s at Atlanta Medical Center.
(my above deduction was correct)
Oh good grief.
Directions corrected, heading the right way now, all is good.
These are the same girls who will be living ALONE in Atlanta in just two short months.
So I ask you……….
should I worry?