So, after a somewhat uncomfortable drive on I-95, I made it to Baltimore for the Investigative Reporters and Editors conference.
Along the way, my TomTom GPS decided that no, the Beltway isn’t a perfectly good way of going around Washington D.C. Instead, it kept insisting that I wanted to get off of the Beltway RIGHT NOW and go on some random city streets that certainly didn’t feel like they were heading towards Baltimore.
I had the same kind of feeling you get when you’re following dodgy directions, and you wind up in a cornfield somewhere, completely lost.
Only this time, the stupid box was leading me through a hospital parking lot in the middle of a downpour.
Isn’t technology grand? It eventually led me to some highway, which led me to another highway, which eventually dumped me back on to I-95, which I should have stayed on in the first place.
Needless to say, I wound up getting to my hotel right around midnight, only to stand in line behind about 15 other people who had just gotten in to check in.
I’m betting they were driving through the hospital, too.