sometimes you can't just "say anything"

i love the movie say anything with john cusack. it is definitely in my top ten.

there is a scene in the movie in which the two main characters are taking a super drunk guy home after a party. he's so drunk that he can't remember where he lives. the three of them drive around and around seattle until they happen to drive by the drunk guy's house and he yells, "there it is!" this occurs several hours later, after daybreak. the main characters just about lost their little minds.

i used to think this scene was funny, until tonight, when i lived it.

my boss and i were driving through downtown chicago, on our way back from the show. another sales guy, whom we know peripherally, tagged along.

i know i too will be old someday, but this guy was really crusty and a little disoriented. he knew he was staying at a hampton inn, on chicago ave., but that's it.

we drove along to where he thought it was; he was directing my boss, the driver. when it wasn't where it thought it was, he kinda freaked out ... and so did my boss. we drove around and around downtown chicago (which is a big pain in the ass), until i intervened. let's just say that the obscene amout of time i've spent shopping in downtown chicago paid off. the old man advised that he was kinda sure he was by a nordstrom, and off we went. directly to the hotel, mind you, with no more drama.

it took forever. i really thought i was going to either yell at someone or soil myself. you see, i also had to pee.

holy F.