I was trying to come back home after a Ryan Adams concert. After dropping off April, I needed to get on I-75 north to go home. From where I was, Detroit was north of me...but I'm so used to Detroit being south of me that I couldn't wrap my mind around that. So I saw the first on-ramp for I-75...but it was south, as it said it was going towards Toledo. The next on-ramp I saw for I-75 said it was going to Detroit...which, in my head, was also south.
In the early hours of the morning, I called my dad up, crying because I was lost.
Dad: "Just get on I-75 north."
Me: "I can't!"
Dad: "Why not?"
Me: "Both of the I-75s go south!"
Dad: "That's not possible."
Me: "Well, they do! One says it's going towards Toledo, and the other says it's going towards Detroit!"
Dad: "Honey...where are you?"
Me: "A Rite-Aid parking lot."
Dad: "In what city?"
Me: "Allen Park."
Dad: "And where is Detroit in relation to Allen Park?"
Me: "Nor-, ohhhhhhhh...!"
I will never live that one down. That's even worse than the time I got lost for a half hour after my attempt at going to a videostore on my own street got screwed up by me turning the wrong way out of the driveway to begin with.