Lost, me?
A couple of young, wealthy Venezuelans were passing through Miami and they needed to go to a GA strip further up the coast in their beautiful new V35 Bonanza. My boss sold me to them as the local expert who would make sure they got there with no local knowledge and no English.
I was cleared to land and all that when I noticed the Goodyear blimp moored there. I thought to myself, 'That's odd! I thought they were based at (some place about 5 miles away, can't remember the name now). Quick glance at the sectional chart (the weather was CAVOK), a quick apology to the tower for being grossly mis-positioned on long finals, a minor course correction and I'm still the hottest thing since Lindbergh. Boy, oh boy, am I ever lucky that blimp wasn't out doing something instead of being just sat there moored, though! I really, really thought I 100% knew what I was doing there, and I wasn't far wrong.