I was that driver. Not THAT driver, but...
When I traveled for business I hated airports. Could never figure out where to go and would creep along trying to read all the signs.
Once I landed at BW in Baltimore, got my car and started looking for the airport exit. I went around the airport three times before I figured it out. When I saw the exit I stepped on the gas to get over the traffic lanes and next thing I know I've got blue lights in my back window. Cop gets out and asks why I was driving so fast. Explained how I couldn't find the exit, finally figured it out and didn't want to miss it a 4th time. He just chuckled, commented that I'm not the first person to get lost at BW and let me go.
When I traveled for business I hated airports. Could never figure out where to go and would creep along trying to read all the signs.
Once I landed at BW in Baltimore, got my car and started looking for the airport exit. I went around the airport three times before I figured it out. When I saw the exit I stepped on the gas to get over the traffic lanes and next thing I know I've got blue lights in my back window. Cop gets out and asks why I was driving so fast. Explained how I couldn't find the exit, finally figured it out and didn't want to miss it a 4th time. He just chuckled, commented that I'm not the first person to get lost at BW and let me go.
