Flashing Lights in my Rearview Mirror

Well, I can no longer say that I've never been pulled over. Last night on the way back from Dr. Sillars' party, I was driving down a small street that I thought had been 7 East when all of a sudden the road was gone. It took a sharp left corner, and straight ahead was a one way street going the wrong direction. By the time I realized what had happened, I would have had to back up to turn on the street, and there was a lot of traffic behind me. I looked ahead, and there was no one coming, so I decided the safest thing to do was just go on forward and turn around in this little parking lot on the right about 50 ft. ahead. No sooner had I begun to implement my plan, however, than the night sky was lit up by red and blue disco lights. I went ahead and pulled into the parking lot and waited for the cop to get out. He was very nice, just asked for my license and registration and if I was lost. I didn't think I was, but when I told him I was heading for Purcellville and he kinda went, "oh, boy," I realized I must be. While he went back to his cruiser to make sure I wasn't some desperate escaped convict on the lam, I figured out what had happened. I had taken 7 alright, but it was 7 West, not East. Oops. Anyway, he explained to me how to get on 7 East from there, which was relatively easy for this area, and I made it back alright. So I didn't get a ticket or anything, but I can't brag to Hannah anymore about not having been pulled over as much as she has been. Drat.