Tuesday, I was driving down I-64, when I looked at my gas gauge and decided it might be time to, as my Mom would say, put a tiger in my tank. Not moments after I resolved to get gas, I saw a handy sign along the highway listing the gas stations available at the next exit.

I pulled off the highway, and then saw the next sign -- telling me those gas stations were all more than 3 miles off 64. In my eyes, that's false advertising. When I see a sign telling me there's gasoline, lodging or a Krispy Kreme at the next exit...I expect to see those ammenties within spitting distance -- not that of a nice morning jog.

I grudgingly drove the 3 miles to the WaWa, which was the closest gas station to 64 -- fueled up and tried to head back to my home in Virginia Beach. Slight problem. While there were signs telling me how to get to the gas station...there weren't any directing me back to the highway. I know what you're thinking -- just reverse the route you took to get to the WaWa. I would, but I'm directionally-challenged (To the point I can get turned around in my hometown of 4,500 people).

Honestly, if I'm going to be dragged that far off the road by the promise of far-flung gasoline -- I want directions back. Or more truthful road signs from the get-go.