Friend Tiffany rented a pet farm and had it brought to a nearby park. Llamas! Alpacas! Goats! Friends! This was going to be epic! I prepared. I put it in my calendar. I brought along four ponchos, because as we know, alpacas spit.
I wanted Gary to be there, and Gary wanted to be there, but Gary’s bowels wanted us to be late. I was understanding. We still had time. We were about fifteen minutes late out of the gate.
I had already plugged in the address, so I clicked on the address in Calendar (See figure A) and got the directions in Maps (See figure B).
Figure A! Highway K!
But notice, Figure B! Highway D!
Yessss. I clicked on the right address on the right highway and lying Apple Maps took me to the right address on the wrong highway.
I even said to Gary, “This is so odd, I was sure that we were supposed to go to the end of 367, but I guess this is some better way.”
After a long time we arrived at 3589 Highway D (which is a turnoff that leads to a locked gate), investigated, found the problem, and headed back to the right location. Where we found our friends… leaving. No llamas. Llamas all gone.
They told us how wonderful the llamas were, and that did not make me feel any better.
Gary said, “But at least it makes for a good story, right? It was an adventure.”
This also did not make me feel any better, but at least he tried.