Earlier this summer, I arrived at the taping for Oprah Radio’s Dr. Laura Berman show promptly. I found the secret metal door to the entrance of the studio. The elevator was directly across from the security desk – no problem. I was greeted on the fifth floor and taken directly to the waiting area – perfect. Settled into the sofa with fifteen minutes until taping. All good. With just a few minutes left before taping – I had to GO! I was walked to the bathroom – sweet. I did my business and threw open the door ready to jet back – can’t miss the taping! But wait, where is my guide?
Determined to make it on time, I confidently dashed down the hall, making a few confident turns. All the halls looked alike: stacks of black equipment everywhere. Surely there was something I could remember that would lead me back!
I glanced down at my shoes – they were not red nor did they sparkle. My Prius navigation system was no where to be seen (where are you when i need you @3genprius @Toyota). I had no choice, I had to do it and do it fast! I had to stop someone and ask for a tow. Yep, tow me in. Don’t point, don’t give me directions, I need a tow. This shmirshky is lost!
Really I need a lo-jack implant into my body, because I get lost everywhere I go! I have a Jack (that’s my son), but I really need a LoJack.
