The true journey began on Fri., Sept. 7, 2012 when Mike and
I drove separate cars to Edison, NJ. The mission: to ship our second vehicle.
Mike’s car has a GPS Navigation system. Mine does not. The
likely scenario would have been for me to follow him. Ultimately it was
determined that the “craziest driver” should lead the parade to Edison. “Faster
and crazier” ended up being me (final voting results determined by my kids and
husband).
I wasn’t crazy about being the lead car, mainly because of
my tendency to get lost even in places where I’ve driven before. But being a team player,
I Googled the directions and jotted the route down on a sticky note. Only
once before has my sticky note with directions on it blown out the window, so I
felt pretty secure in my navigation system as we hit the road.
I was still feeling secure 30 minutes later after Mike
pulled alongside me on the Thruway and began making crazy, exaggerated “What the Heck Are You Doing/Where Are
You Going?” arm gestures and facial expressions. God knows what he was yelling. I had the radio turned up too loud to hear him.
About 90 minutes later we arrived at the shipping point and
I asked him, “What was that about back there?”
“You blew past the exit my Navi lady was telling me to
take,” he says. “I was sure we were lost and wanted you to follow me so she
could recalculate the route.”
“Hmmm, I guess your Navi lady was wrong,” I replied. “C’mon,
since you still have too much gas in your car to ship it (because WE didn’t get
lost), we can go for a drive and you can buy me lunch.”
Lesson learned: When forced to chose between your wife and your
Navi lady, chose your wife. Otherwise, it will cost you lunch at the very least.
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