Esther and Roads

Let's talk about this, shall we?
This being the fact that I am not the best driver out there.  Especially in cities.
I mean seriously, I think I broke the world record for most consecutive times missing the same exit on a recent trip to Houston.

The first time I missed it, I took my life in my hands and decided I had been on the interstate waaaaay to long and must have missed my exit, so I dove (well, actually, exited) straight into downtown Houston; as soon as I left the freeway, there was my exit, taunting me across the space between the exit ramp I was on and the place I needed to be.
I got down into the part of town right below the big road, where scary looking people stand at street corners and red lights last entirely too long. But I turned around and got back on the interstate going the right way as quickly as I could.

The next time I missed it, I was so busy looking for the right number that I completely forgot to make sure I was headed in the right direction.
I wasn't headed in the right direction, so I quickly tried to cross all four lanes and get in the right place.
Didn't make it.  So I took another exit.  This one took me into the "Theater District".
Really Houston?  I did not see any theaters.  I turned around quickly, used the frontage road to get back to the same spot I'd used earlier to turn around.
Let's just mention here that I am usually a fan of roads with names rather than numbers.  In the country they're fun.  Who doesn't enjoy a little jaunt down Coon Hunter Road every once in a while?
But in the big city there's something much more comforting about 45 than, say, Telephone Rd.
So I got back on the highway and tried again.

For those of you keeping count, this is now the third time I tried to get to the correct exit.  Third time's the charm, right?  Not this time.
This time I must admit the only reason I missed the exit was that I was feeling so optimistic about making it to the right place that I got distracted.
Whilst being highly entertained by the way the bumps in the road were coordinated with my radio, I missed it again.

Yes.  This really happened.  I'm driving along, smiling like a goon (Do goons smile?  What even is a goon?) and I miss my exit for the third time.

Don't worry.  Fourth time was the (uneventful) charm.