I was thumbing through an old journal, and came across what might have been a brief encounter with the fae. I was living in Redding, CT at the time, and was driving my daughter home after she'd been visiting a friend. It was night, and the area I was driving through was heavily wooded. I was fairly certain that I knew the way, since I had driven there to drop her off, so I started for home, retracing the way I had come. Then things got weird.
Even though I was taking the exact same route home, I kept getting lost. I would drive past a certain landmark, then would find myself lost yet again. At one point, I found myself on an unfamiliar street with a large roadhouse on the side of the street. I knew I hadn't come that way before. So off I went again. Finally I remembered something I had read about the fae. I had read that they often mess with travelers, by confusing them and making them lose their way. I had also read that if you take off your coat and turn it inside out and put it back on, the enchantment would end. I felt foolish, but I did just that. Got out of the car, and while my daughter stared at me as if I were crazy, reversed my coat and then started off again. We were home soon after.