Today I got lost in Springfield, Missouri while trying to get to Branson. On the map it looked simple: go south on the interstate. Well, there was construction and after two misses that landed us on the same business street instead of the southbound interstate, I stopped at the nearest building, an Applebee’s Restaurant.
I was rescued by a trio of really nice guys. Here’s a shoutout to The Guys: bartender Justin the Pro, the dark-haired cutie Kool Kat, and the blonde, blue-eyed kissin’ cutie. Guys, I wish I could say your directions did the trick, but somehow I messed up again, third time was not the charm. Fifth try, directions from a Sinclair station lady, finally got me to Branson. I never had so much fun getting lost or laughed so hard at helpers.
Yo to Springfield, MO, better signs, please, please.
Last words to the guys: leaving Branson Monday am to continue my Rt. 66 adventure, moving on to Joplin and Oklahoma. If the 65/60 interchange defeats me again, I’ll look for you at Appleby’s. Thanks again from the Arizona blondie!