“The GPS says to turn here!”
Sure enough, as I scoured the tree-lined side of the road for the turn this robot voice was now telling us about, I could not imagine why we would turn into the woods.
Suddenly as if out of nowhere, a small, wooden bridge appeared in the brush. It looked sturdy enough, but before I could reply either way she turned the wheel and we were on it.
“Um…this isn’t even a road!” Ahead lay nothing but dirt.
“The GPS says it is!”
“I know…but once on Office it told Michael to turn and he read it wrong and ended up driving into a lake.”
She looked at me.
“And I can’t swim.”
I looked up and noticed a rickety sign that said “Road Closed” and under that saw something about the word lake and freaked.
“It said lake, it said lake!”
“Relax!” she said laughing. To be honest, I was laughing too. How could a GPS even know this dirt road existed, let alone that it was closed? We were laughing too hard to even watch where we were going.
“Turn around!” I yelled between laughs.
“Where?” All of a sudden we were driving past a brand new house with a small clearing across from it.
“Really, here?” I asked. Why would anyone choose this spot to build a house?
She laughed more as she turned into the clearing to make a three-point turn. I had my camera out.
“I hope someone comes out!”
“Don’t you dare take a picture of people if they come out! Nobody even knows we’re here!”
“Come on. A house that nice, they’ll probably offer us fresh squeezed lemonade.”
“Do you see any lemon trees around here?”
She had a point, but still.
We laughed hysterically until we came back to the bridge, and all of a sudden the GPS righted itself and the robotic voice said, “Turn right, ahead.”
A Flash of Inspiration 