"What the hell." This is the third time I have said these words out loud, to no one. Being that I am alone in my car. I have just pulled away from a mom and pop gas station. That I spent a hour trying to find it now I am lost trying to get back to the freeway.

I am a long way from from home. All I see are trees, tress and more trees. I could probably tell you the names of all these damn trees

I am now lost on the east cost, on some back woods Georgia dirt road thanks to my GPS. I knew I should have left the stupid thing off but the road I was on wasn't on the paper map.

"Right turn here" I shoot a hateful glare at my phone as it goes off again. Its telling me to turn down, yet another dirt road. I take the right giving my phone the benefit of the doubt.

"What the hell!" Does no one in this place know what a paved road is. I sit at yet another cross road. My hands tighten on the wheel of the car.

"Turn right here" That is the moment I break. My hand whips out and slams into the phone. Making it fly across the car hitting the door. It lands in the floor board. I now realize the damn thing can no longer be trusted.

I take a moment to close my eyes, and take a long deep breath. When I open my eyes I have to make a choice. Right or left. At that moment I  see a large unfamiliar piece of farm equipment lumbers up to the opposite stop sign. It barely slows before moving forward.

"Ok Meredith, get a grip. You can do this. Right or left." I chew on my thumb nail while I decide. I take a look in the rear view mirror, and hope to see if anyone is waiting for me to make my choice. Nope.

"Damn!" If I ever find another human in this place I am going tackle them down, and ask them for directions. If I did not fear getting shot I would have asked at one of the few farm houses I have passed.

I make my choice and turn. I have decided to go against my phone and take a left. This is the first road that I have been on that is smooth. I have to admit the view here is nice. Lots of green fields, cow pastures, and ponds. I could enjoy living in such a pretty place.

Suddenly up ahead, I see a roadside stand. "Oh my god" I could not believe I had been driving for more than a hour, and I had finally found a real person. A battered truck sits under the shade of a old tree. A man leans against the tree looking at his phone

As I get out of my car I notice that there is a large sign leanings against the multiple crates of green vegetables. It is hand painted, and proclaims : COUNTY STYLE COLLAR GREENS-FRESH AND READY FOR THE POT.

Just as I am about to break into historical giggling when a beautiful man steps up to me. "Is there some way, I can help ya?" He questioned.

I can not help but smile up at his incredibly handsome face. He looks like the poster boy for 'farmersonly.com". He is tall with a golden tan, and a strong lean body. Dark blonde hair curls peek out from under his NASCAR cap. I can see the mischievous humor shining in his warm green eyes.

"Yes... can you please tell me how to get back to the interstate." I can't help but let the anger I felt earlier color my voice.

He seems to understand. "Why l sure can." His smile goes from 0 to 120 in a blink of a eye. "Ya just get back on this road here. Go straight down till you get to the Warnsville crossing. You'll see Rallie's grocery story at the crossing." He gives me a long specific look. "Tell ya what, why don't you stop in and get you some of Ms. Belle's sweet tea. You look like you could use it. Then you can take a right to get to the interstate, or a left will get you right back here to me." His bright smile has me smiling back at him like a lunatic. There is something about his beautifully handsome face that has me speechless for a minute.

"T-Thank you." I continue to smile at him, lost in his warm green eyes. I finally am able to break away from his beautiful eyes, and make my way back to my car. I take one more long look at him before I get back on the road.