Molly—help me!

When I first arrived on the scene, Molly was my guide. She knew how to get pretty much anywhere in DC and she could articulate it well. She could give driving, walking, or metro directions. This is probably why I was wishing she was near each time I got lost last week. There was the first time when public transportation failed me as I was trying to get from my class at Howard to Catholic. I knew the schools were close, but by not exactly knowing where to go, I ended up going the longest possible way. In the bitter, windy cold. It took until the next morning to get the feeling back in my legs.

Then the next day I was trying to drive to and fro several locations in DC. Once again I only knew the long ways. Well, they didn’t start out long, but due to my remarkable sense of direction I ended up going north when I should have been heading south. At this point I should have just parked the car and got a cab. But instead, I kept on. I tried to take a “short cut” to make up for lost time, and got more lost.

I would have called Molly had it not been so late. But I eventually found my way, after the nice police officer who stopped to question me after my somewhat questionable maneuver gave me directions.