ok, you can’t drop this and not give the details.
Haha, how long you got?
So:
Older lady, the type who plays any hand with an ace or king in it and usually will call down at least two streets unimproved hoping to catch top pair.
I play with her regularly in another game, but occasionally she comes to mine. Most times she gets a ride with one of my regs, but sometimes comes on her own. She has a big minivan which always has problems. She rarely fixes it despite having the money to do so.
Usually she busts by 10-11 pm, but was on a heater this particular night and lasted until after 2 am. Waaay past her bedtime.
I live at the end of a mile long dirt road. Most of my property is deep and forbidding woods, plus about 40 acres of meadows which I keep clear with wide paths mowed through tall grass in the summer. Also have miles of trails in the forest. These are driveable with my custom Jeep or offroad vehicles but are really not suited to most consumer cars.
The access road runs north-south to a dead end with a couple hundred acres of woods on either side. The meadows are west and south of my poker barn, accessed only off-road on grassy paths.
Anyway, the older lady’s reg friend walked her to her car, and swears that he saw her drive away north up the dirt road, toward the main paved road.
About 20 minutes later he gets a distress call: “I don’t know where I am.”
Reg talks with her a while then passes the phone to me.
I start quizzing her:
Did you make it to the main paved road? What was the last sign you saw? What is around you? What can you see?
She is kind of panicking and can’t really give me any helpful clues. Finally I determine that she never made it off the dirt road to the paved highway. I’m trying to visualize the spots where she could have accidentally turned off the dirt road into the woods.
There are really only a couple possibilities, so I jump in the Jeep to find her, still talking on the phone.
I tell her to keep the car lights on, stay put, honk her horn occasionally, and whatever happens DO NOT GET OUT OF THE CAR. (There are bears and coyotes here.)
I investigate the only two places she could have gotten off the road without her minivan getting hopelessly stuck. Both are about a half mile north, toward the main road. I go as far as it would be possible for an old lady in a minivan to go offroad without breaking down/getting stuck.
Nothing. She’s not there. And on the phone, she says can’t see my lights or hear me honking.
As I head back to start over and get reinforcements, I try to walk her through opening the maps app on her smartphone and taking a screenshot of her location to text back to me. This is fruitless — she can’t figure any of it out, between her age and panicked state.
I get back to the game and tell the guys (who have stopped playing because of the situation) I’m at a total loss here. Still talking with the lady on the phone to try to get clues.
Finally I ask her to honk her horn some more. Now I can hear it faintly in the distance — to the south, in the exact opposite direction of the way she supposedly drove away north up the road.
Somehow she started up the dirt road, turned around, threaded her way through all the other cars parked at the dead end in front of my barn, then headed south into my meadows. Then drove around the mowed paths for 20 minutes before calling.
The terrain is navigable by a minivan in dry weather (at like 5 mph max) but quite hilly in parts, with the occasional boulder and other obstacles to navigate around. It looks NOTHING like the road she came in on.
But I guess at her age late at night she got disoriented.
I tell her to keep honking every 15 seconds or so, and finally find her minivan headed up a steep hill near my big pond, about a 1/4 mile south of where the game is held.
It’s hard to describe, but it took a lot of strange decisions and maneuvering for her to get to the place she did. Basically did a 180 on the dirt road, headed back past my poker barn and downhill in the exact wrong directions onto a rutted grass path. Then tooled around the fields for 20 minutes before calling in distress.
After checking that she was not having a heart attack or stroke or anything I asked if she was OK to follow me slowly back through the fields, which we did at a snail’s pace.
We then brought her inside to settle down before one of the guys helped her get home.
I’ve played with her elsewhere since, but she was very embarrassed and hasn’t asked to come back to my game. Which is just fine by me.