A wake-up call
This morning, I drove to the south bay to run some errands, and on the way back into the city, I took the exact route I take coming home from work everyday. But something seemed wrong and unfamiliar. I checked and double-checked every street sign to make sure I was still going the proper direction home, and I was, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. Then I figured out what was wrong.
It was the first time I’d ever driven that path in daylight.