The joys of GPS

So, I had researched the dance places, becoming very familiar with their locations and class times, especially the one where we signed Katie up.  Their address number matched their phone number, which made it easy to remember.  So the day we decided to go, Melanie came with us so that Rachel and Mary could stay in the car but be close in case Rachel needed to eat.  We got a late start (big surprise), and Bryan was taking Grace and Jack to soccer training.  We headed out to Summit (2 miles from our house?).  I knew from looking at the map, it was in that general area.  We drove down one side street and then another.  I said, “I’m pretty sure the number is 1190, and I think the street is Erie.”  We tried plugging the name into the GPS to find it and then tried the phone number.  After 10 minutes of driving around, I apologized to Katie.  Then, Melanie suggested we call Dad and have him look up the directions for us.  We pulled over and called.  Dad looked up the address for us.  I said, “But we HAVE the address…”  Melanie looked at me like I had three heads.  Then she said, “Why aren’t we putting the address into the GPS?”  Um…