It has now officially been a week since I moved into the Brighton House. I have an astounding amount of stuff to unpack still, but my room is starting to shape up quite nicely. In fact, the whole house is. There have been a few calls to my dad asking him how to get home, but for the most part I haven’t had too much trouble finding my way around. We are in close proximity to an astounding amount of different things.
Before this morning I knew only one way to get here and one way to get back to the Braintree area. Those two ways are not the same, however. The way back to Braintree that I knew required a $1 toll. I decided this morning to try and find the way back there via the path I use to get here. After getting almost all the way through the city of Boston and back to the safety of 93 South which would have led me directly to Braintree, I was following the signs saying ‘Quincy/Airport’ because I go through Quincy before I hit Braintree. As I followed these signs I came to a point where there was no longer a sign with Quincy on it. There was one sign with a couple exit numbers on it and another that said Airport. So naturally I followed the one that said Airport hoping that it would lead in the same direction of Quincy. I was wrong.
I called the Duke to let him know that I’d be a bit late to frisbee. He asked me if everything was alright and I mentioned that I was lost. When asked where I was, I mentioned that I was navigating my way through the roadway of maze called the Airport. After he was done laughing, he told me to just follow the exit signs and it would eventually take me to 93 South again. I did so. As I found the exit, I came to realize I was at another toll. I pulled up reluctantly with nowhere else to go and rolled my window down. ‘That’ll be three dollars,’ he said. I counted out three bills while cursing under my breath.
After paying the toll, I quickly found myself to familiar territory and on my way to frisbee in the sleet and hail that we played in anyway.
So what have we learned today? There is no such thing as a free lunch, especially if you have no idea what you are doing. That and don’t take the Airport exit or you’ll pay three times as much as you would have paid going the easy way.