This one is on one of the simplest technologies out there. My son is going to take a crack at tee ball this spring, so we thought we would go to the batting cages. 15 miles and 45 minutes later (because dad got lost), turns out the place is a regular Wally World - it is closed. Dad is seriously thinking about breaking into the cages ala Griswold, but instead drives home. Another 45 minutes, and it's getting dark. And no dinner yet.
Call ahead. Always.