We make a deal with the author when we read a book.......the deal is I will believe you.... if you don't let me down.
If you read a lot, you go into this deal easily, not even at bit skeptically. You say, Heck, I'll buy it! Calgon, take me away!
If you are a writer, you are even more gullible. It's not a bad thing, being gullible......in most cases.
But then, if you are me, maybe you suspend your belief a little too easily.....hence the title: Why I am too Stupid to Drive.
Here's what happened:
Last night, I was driving a visiting friend (one of my fabulous writing/teaching buds from Albuquerque) up to visit her relatives in Redondo Beach. (About an hour and a half from my house). We stopped for some shopping on the way and eventually reached our destination after dark. So far so good.
It was on the way home that things got strange. We were on the 405 going south.
We passed a sign for Loyola Marymount.
"Mom, I didn't know Loyola was this far down....I thought is was further north," said my nineteen year-old, charged with the task of keeping me awake.
"Wow, that plane is flying really low!" said my seventeen year old from the back seat. "And it's big, too!"
"Oooooh!" I squeal. "Giant Severus Snape!!" I point to the gigantic poster, bigger than several stories, which was dwarfed by the huge skyscrapers is was nestlesd against.
(Clue #3....and yet, we continue driving)
This is where things got mindblowingly weird.....we passed a sign for the Getty Center. I had been bummed that we hadn't had time to drive Holly up to the Getty Center to see Van Gogh's Irises while she was here (next time, Hol). The Getty Center is near Malibu. MALIBU!
"Can you believe this? We would have had time to go to the Getty Center....it was on the way to Redondo the whole time....(sounds of synapses instantly springing to life)
Finally, we realized that we were actually on the freeway going NORTH....and had just driven about 40 minutes out of our way!
How could we not notice LAX???? Downtown LA??? And what? I actually though I had been wrong the whole time about where the Getty really was???
We checked the backs of our necks for alien abduction implants, as we wondered what the heck had just happened!!! (Eldest daughter had a wormhole theory....)
We really thought we were headed for home, so none of the little signs that conflicted with our belief registered.
My mind is still partially blown.
I guess as a writer, the goal is to create a story in which people aren't distracted by road signs which say this could not be real! This could not happen! A story that people just want to go with......As long as you don't let them down in the end.
No one want to find out they were going the wrong direction on the 405.
P.S. Eventually, we were able to swerve across 4 lanes of traffic and get off at Getty Center Drive and turn around. I wonder what might have happened if our brains hadn't woken up. Heck, I'd probably be in Portland!