My brother (aged 19) just called me from Downtown Houston after getting turned around on all the one-way streets down there. I looked up his position on Google Maps and was, to state it mildly, unfamiliar with the area, so I showed it to my dad. Apparently my clueless kid brother is lost in the ghetto driving a late-model BMW with a faulty GPS system. *SIGH* So now my parents are going to retrieve him (Aggravated Dad to drive them there, Verge-of-Hysteria Mom to drive the BMW back home [I don't know how wise the decision was to let her go, but she was in full-on MAI PRESHUS BAYBEE mode and there was no reasoning with her]), and I'm at home manning Google Maps in case someone gets lost, fielding questions on my cell phone from both parties about where one is located specifically and the ETA of the other. Like a goddamn telephone operator from Key Maps Hell. Please hold while I connect you to FUUUUCK!
I would be irritated at this situation if I hadn't gotten myself and Marion into the exact same mess just yesterday, driving the same car. I had Marion, who somehow managed to use logic to get us out of there, but poor hapless bro is all alone. Hence the rescue party.
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I will make a note that I should not ask you to drive anyone to the church or guests' hotel come August - since they are both downtown.
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