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I left work a bit early today due to a sinus headache. The heat in my car actually helped bake it out, which caused me to decide to run a couple errands I had to do at some point.
Grand. One of them, I went to leave, turning left on Hall. Ooops. Big backup of cars. Fine, I'll turn right and turn around.
Except I went past one road (rather than cut someone off to get to it, or stop in the middle of the road), and then there wasn't a good place, and I didn't want to use someone's driveway. (There were half a dozen good places, objectively, by the way.)
Then there was a road, so I turned left, planning to turn around, turn right, and get home. Except, I thought, I'll just turn left from here, connect to something, and pick up the highway.
Foolish mortal. The road, crossing nothing that wasn't signed as a dead end, went through to Greenburg. (On the other hand, there's some lovely almost-farmland property right in the middle of Tigard, between the angle of 99W, Greenberg, and Hall, apparently. It's along Oak Street.)
Fine, sez I. I'll turn right, pick up 217, go home. Turn right is the only option anyway, which kept me from feeling too stupid when I saw Washington Square. Yes, 217 was...squarely behind me. Turn right into office center, circle their round-about, come back to traffic light, turn left, turn left to 217, go home.
Notice that I came out on the other side of 217. Without realizing I'd crossed it. I didn't see the overpass going home, either.
I know it was there. I even think I know where.
But it feels a lot like interdimensional driving.
I think my head wasn't as recovered as I'd assumed. Either that, or I'm in more trouble than I ever realized, as far as my sense of reality.
Grand. One of them, I went to leave, turning left on Hall. Ooops. Big backup of cars. Fine, I'll turn right and turn around.
Except I went past one road (rather than cut someone off to get to it, or stop in the middle of the road), and then there wasn't a good place, and I didn't want to use someone's driveway. (There were half a dozen good places, objectively, by the way.)
Then there was a road, so I turned left, planning to turn around, turn right, and get home. Except, I thought, I'll just turn left from here, connect to something, and pick up the highway.
Foolish mortal. The road, crossing nothing that wasn't signed as a dead end, went through to Greenburg. (On the other hand, there's some lovely almost-farmland property right in the middle of Tigard, between the angle of 99W, Greenberg, and Hall, apparently. It's along Oak Street.)
Fine, sez I. I'll turn right, pick up 217, go home. Turn right is the only option anyway, which kept me from feeling too stupid when I saw Washington Square. Yes, 217 was...squarely behind me. Turn right into office center, circle their round-about, come back to traffic light, turn left, turn left to 217, go home.
Notice that I came out on the other side of 217. Without realizing I'd crossed it. I didn't see the overpass going home, either.
I know it was there. I even think I know where.
But it feels a lot like interdimensional driving.
I think my head wasn't as recovered as I'd assumed. Either that, or I'm in more trouble than I ever realized, as far as my sense of reality.
