Where's Waldo?

Entering onto 290 I'm feeling good...I've got the radio preset, the forms in the back seat, mirrors adjusted, and the GPS ready to go. It's my second week back with Red Cross and I'm going out on another mission. Three stops to make and then I can head home for some much needed relaxation.

Things are going smoothly until I hit traffic that sludges through the road construction on my way out to Yorkville. What should only be a 45 minutes drive turns into an hour and half. After driving around for another 20 minutes I find my location...Yorkville jail. The trailer that I need to stock is hidden in the back and surrounded by gates, which I find out about 15 minutes after arriving. The police officer escorts me to the back and I line the golden key with the threads of the lock and find that it doesn't align at all...I don't have the right key.

I hop back into the Explorer and race to the next site in Romeoville. Success is found with my little golden key and I'm off to Glen Ellyn. I'm in a race for time...night is approaching just as quickly as the sun is setting. The foreboding clouds are rolling in and clashing with the light. Across the fields of corn I can see the fight between the brooding clouds and electric blue skies. I need to get back before it gets dark.

I finally arrive in Glen Ellyn after a few wrong exits and several U-turns later only to drive in circles around the College of DuPage. The trailer is not here. I either have the wrong address or someone has played a cruel joke and moved the trailer. I give up. I am exhausted, I am unbelievably hangry (hungry+angry), I have to pee, and I'm sick of driving. I turn around and head back home. After 4 1/2 hours of driving I have nothing to show for except 1 trailer stocked with forms.