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To make a long story as short as possible, I had to go to Rochester today for a Consultation at Strong Memorial Hospital. I don't travel to Rochester ever, and the one time I did was years ago, and I didn't drive.
I asked my wife to write down the directions, because I was out of ink in the printer, and my handwritten is fucking horrible. I had her write down the directions there and then the reverse ones.
I left this morning at 11:30 and was at the Hospital by 1:00pm. I made great time, and there was nothing to it. On the way back I got into some trouble as the whole City of Rochester seems to be under construction. Some of my directions were compromised because of detours.
I called my wife to look at the map again, and let me know where I am and if I'm on the right track. She had no clue what she was looking at, or what to tell me. I tried to make it easier on her and told her to look at the map and tell me if I am suppose to take the 590 North. On her directions it said to, but I ended up at a dead end with nothing but miles of water all around me.
She said she would look and call me back. 25 minutes later, I called her and said what's going on? She had no clue as to where I should go, and I then told her to put in another address instead. I parked on a road and gave her an address. I said put that address as my starting point and ours as the end location. I called her back 10 FUCKING MINUTES LATER and she said that the address I gave her DOESN'T EXIST!!!
Are you fucking kidding me? At this point I was really pissed and told her she was worthless. She said she was busy taking care of the kids, and frustrated. I said what an asshole I am then for trying to ask for help on how to get home from the piss poor directions she wrote down for me. I said to take care of the kids and tell them their Daddy isn't coming home.
I was low on gas and had no money or credit cards, and it was starting to rain. I had to call someone from Florida to help me out, and they gave me the right directions in 2 MINUTES!
I made it home after taking just over 3 hours to get back, and my wife wouldn't even look or talk to me. After an hour she asked if I was "going to be that way?"
How fucking ridiculous is that, huh? I just needed to rant about it, and I feel a bit better now.
Thanks.
I asked my wife to write down the directions, because I was out of ink in the printer, and my handwritten is fucking horrible. I had her write down the directions there and then the reverse ones.
I left this morning at 11:30 and was at the Hospital by 1:00pm. I made great time, and there was nothing to it. On the way back I got into some trouble as the whole City of Rochester seems to be under construction. Some of my directions were compromised because of detours.
I called my wife to look at the map again, and let me know where I am and if I'm on the right track. She had no clue what she was looking at, or what to tell me. I tried to make it easier on her and told her to look at the map and tell me if I am suppose to take the 590 North. On her directions it said to, but I ended up at a dead end with nothing but miles of water all around me.
She said she would look and call me back. 25 minutes later, I called her and said what's going on? She had no clue as to where I should go, and I then told her to put in another address instead. I parked on a road and gave her an address. I said put that address as my starting point and ours as the end location. I called her back 10 FUCKING MINUTES LATER and she said that the address I gave her DOESN'T EXIST!!!
Are you fucking kidding me? At this point I was really pissed and told her she was worthless. She said she was busy taking care of the kids, and frustrated. I said what an asshole I am then for trying to ask for help on how to get home from the piss poor directions she wrote down for me. I said to take care of the kids and tell them their Daddy isn't coming home.
I was low on gas and had no money or credit cards, and it was starting to rain. I had to call someone from Florida to help me out, and they gave me the right directions in 2 MINUTES!
I made it home after taking just over 3 hours to get back, and my wife wouldn't even look or talk to me. After an hour she asked if I was "going to be that way?"
How fucking ridiculous is that, huh? I just needed to rant about it, and I feel a bit better now.
Thanks.
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