So, this weekend The Guy For Whom I Have Not Come Up With A Good Blog Alias™ who for the purposes of this post, I shall refer to as My Navigator and I took a trip up to Tobermory, Ontario. One of the stops was to the Bruce Caves, just outside of Wiarton, Ontario. This conversation happened.
Approximately 1.5 hours before getting to Wiarton, we're looking at the map. Navigator claims he has never been to these caves before. I'm a little skeptical, since he is one who has Been Many Places, but he insists so I believe him.
Navigator: So, we have to turn onto Grey Road 1, but since it's in town, it'll probably be called something different. I dunno, something like "Frank Street".1.5 hours later, we are in Wiarton, driving around getting gas, food and Tim Hortons coffee. We turn onto a side street. It's Frank Street.
Me: It'd be funny if it was actually called Frank Street.
Me: Whoa, there actually is a Frank street here.We go get coffee and he goes to check the directions to Grey Road one. He gets back in the car.
Me: Heh. I wonder if that's the road we have to take? That'd be freaky.
Navigator: Okay, so we have to take a right out of the parking lot and another right at the lights.So, following his instructions, I take a right out of the parking lot, and a right at the lights. The street we turn onto, which we have been told is Grey Road 1, looks familiar.
Me: Holy shit. Frank Street?
Me: *blinks* You're fucking scary.
So, he probably knew I was also going to post to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Wow. Great story!ReplyDelete
Super weird. Happy Birthday!ReplyDelete