The Setup: Co-worker walks by and notices me studying a Google map.
Him: Looking for something?
Me: Oh, not really. Just trying to figure out where I was on Saturday night.
Him: A little forensic accounting. I haven’t had a night like that since college.
Me: No, no. I knew where I was, I just didn’t know exactly where I was.
Him: Not much better, champ.
Me: (sigh)
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I take it this is someone who has never taken a long road trip down West Virginia roads. People often find themselves wandering around out here, wondering exactly where they’re going.
Josh, one of my best friends, took a road trip with other friends to all the Mothman sites in Mason County. He has no sense of direction whatsoever, and being on unfamiliar West Virginia roads didn’t help at all. He called me at 3 a.m. because he took wrong turn and wound up in Ohio somehow.
Paden City is rarely the correct answer to any question you want asked.
Or St. Marys. That, too, rarely the correct answer to any question you want asked.
They have an Irish pub, allegedly.
If I guess the editor/columnist/co-worker, do I win a prize?
It’d be a pretty easy guess, but you may be wrong!
I often have to do this when I visit a place for a conference of convention of some sort. Although, Cozumel was a vacation and the last time that I had a big issue with trying to figure what the hell happened after a trip to the beach.