I had to be at the 4 seasons by 6:00- so I left with a few co workers at 5 to make the less than a mile drive to the hotel. We all knew it would take some time for the short drive. I get to the street the hotel is on, I am talking on the phone, thinking I knew where I was going. I pull into a driveway... that happened to be the wrong hotel- I was only one street off- the Four Seasons was only about a block away. There was a valet circle with a small driveway where hotels like to put really nice cars- now this drive way looked like it connected the two hotels. I could see the 4 Seasons, and getting back onto the actual street seemed impossible with the gridlock- so seeing I couldn't get back into traffic, I started driving down the small drive way. Driving down this driveway helped me avoid traffic and got me closer to the hotel I needed to be.
Everything was fine, until I almost got to the hotel- where there was a sign right in the middle of the drive way. I could't figure out why there was a sign in my way. And then it clicked- the "driveway" I had been riding on.... wasn't a driveway.. No, it was the sidewalk. Yes- I drove on the sidewalk in the middle of downtown Atlanta during the heart of traffic hour.
When I tried to get my car off the driveway, the fellow drivers gave me the worst looks and would not let me back into the traffic. Finally, someone was nice enough to let me back into traffic, where all i did was hop off and then tun right into the right hotel.
Thankfully there were no police officers around to watch my little adventure on the sidewalk, but I did learn a very important lesson- the sidewalks in Atlanta are big enough to drive on. So when the streets are jammed- I have an alternate route.
Peace, love and driving directions,
B
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