Getting Lost

Tonight I was sent to pick up my little brother from his friend's house in Dayton. It was pitch black outside, with the only light being from the towering street lamps and my dusty headlights. I followed the set of directions my mother gave me, and pulled into the street looking for the house number. I looked...and looked...and finally pulled over. Two kids that had come out of their house just to watch me desperately search scurried back into their house as I came out of the car, shutting the garage door behind them with a resounding bang. I walked up and down the street, searching frantically for the number. I needed to get home and finish my homework! But it was nowhere to be found. To make matters worse, I thought I didn't have my phone. I slipped back into the car and put my head on the wheel. What was I supposed to do? Suddenly, inspiration struck! I had been texting my friend before heading out, and I had slipped the phone into my sweatshirt pocket. Aha! There it was. Relief flooded through my veins, and I quickly dialed home and asked for better directions. Turns out I was given the wrong street in one of the directions. Finally, I pulled up to the right house about half an hour late. I guess it is going to be a late night tonight, considering how much homework I still have.