Last night I drove from work to go to a workshop at a college in a nearby state. It only took me an hour to get there and I had a feeling it would only take me an hour and a half to get home. No problem! I'd consulted the Internet and used Vicinity MapBlast! to get driving directions both to the event and to make my way home. I also rely on my Zen navigational ability - an instinctual sense of direction that's helped me in the past.
The workshop started at a rather late hour and I normally turn in early. I'd worked a full day, so I was a little tired. I stayed too late, talking to people, and by the time I was ready to go, it was nearly 11:00.
I consulted with an individual on the best method to get to the routes that would lead me home. "Oh, no!" said s/he, "You have to take the turnpike, it'll be much faster!" And so I let myself be convinced, against my better Zen navigational judgement. I took the Turnpike.
I made it to the entrance, got my ticket and proceeded on my way home. Tired and bleary-eyed, I zoned out. It was a straight shot home anyway.
After about an hour, hour and a half, I saw the lights of the city up ahead and I knew I'd be home soon. Then it dawned on me - that's not Philadelphia, that's NEW YORK CITY!!