Long ago when I was young and crazy fresh out of the Marine Corps I briefly worked as a cop in a fine place called Laclede Town in St. Louis - night shift walking through shooting galleries covered in broken glass by myself armed with a 5 cell Maglite club and a S&W Model 19 .357. Fun times.
Ha. Now and then I would take a wrong turn and wind up on Laclede Station road. I’d get to a certain intersections and be like on darn, I took that wrong turn again.
Sometimes a long commute makes the brain go on auto-pilot fizzle.