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I was taking my son to a Bar Mitzvah party and it was starting to get dark. Google said I needed to turn left. The road looked a bit "rural," but who am I to argue with Google?
I immediately realized that I should have argued. The road was a dirt road with ditches on either side and bare trees overhanging. It looked like a scene from a horror movie right before the psycho clown attacks with a chain saw. I kept this thought to myself, though, to prevent my son from freaking out. Instead, I just freaked out internally while calmly expressing confidence that we'd arrive soon.
The road was barely one car width so turning around was impossible. Backing up would have been difficult as well. So on we went. The road twisted and turned and at one point I swear we drove through someone's back yard.
Finally, we got back on a normal road, but Google was being even more useless. I found someone and asked them where we were and how we should get back to where we were supposed to be. The person said that we shouldn't be on this road at all as it was a private road. They weren't upset, though. Apparently, this happened frequently with Google's directions. The person gave me directions and we soon made it to the Bar Mitzvah party without being too late.