I hate when I make a wrong turn. I hate it even more when I KNOW it's the wrong turn and yet I still take it. Today I picked up my brother from King of Prussia Mall in the lovely Pennsylvania. I've done that a few times, 3 to be exact. Getting there was no problem but it seems that everytime we go home, I take the wrong damn ramp...every...single...time. It's so annoying! Granted, I probably only make the trek once a year but you'd think that something so frustrating would ingrain itself into my memory. NOPE. Imagine...making the same mistake, over and over, knowing full well it's the wrong decision! How does that happen?
I know better for next time. I am adamant that it won't happen again. I will take everything into consideration and commit to memory NOT to take the wrong turn. I look forward to the next time I get the chance to prove to you that I can make the right decision.
Oh, I'm sorry...were we still talking about the off ramp?
Funny how life happens in parallels.
MISSION: ACCOMPLISHED
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