Never trust the husband with the map.

On Wednesday, Ane and I were out all day for errands. One of the things we should do is buy a new RAM for our desktop (spankin' 2gb upgrade from our existing 1gb) because the existing one has a buyer already. My dear husband knew the store's name and even realized that the store is just a few meters away from the brothers' apartment. The owner texted him that the store will close at 7pm. By the time we were ready to go there it was almost 6pm. We looked for the store along the supposed street and didn't find it. So we went back to the apartment to check the address and the phone number on the internet. I stayed in the truck while he checked and then came back saying..."Nasa tapat ng 7-Eleven! (it's in front of 7-11)". So we parked and didn't see any sign of the store in the area, not even the establishments around knew the store. He tried calling the mobile of the owner but could not reach him. We had another appointment at 7pm so we decided to go to Gilmore. Ane didn't find the exact brand so luckily, he was able to contact the original seller a bit later and asked for directions. We went back and found the store in a huff!

We were looking at the opposite side earlier. Ane was apparently reading the map upside down. Ugh!