By Lorry Myers
As soon as we left the interstate, my GPS lost its signal. While I frantically tried to reconnect, my husband asked me which way we were supposed to go and even though I didn’t want to, I had to tell him the truth.
I had no idea.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” Randy asked like he was talking to one of his children.
On the spur of the moment my husband and I had decided to take a little road trip to a State Park in Southeast Missouri. We had never been there before and only vaguely knew where we were going.
The GPS on my phone had gotten us that far but now on the back roads of southern Missouri we lost all phone service.
How is that even possible?
“Now what?” Randy asked me, staring at the highway before him like it was the path of no return.
“Well,” I said, trying to sound all sure of myself. “We are smart people, we can figure this out.” With that, I rolled down the window and stuck out my head.
Based on nothing but bluff, I informed Randy that we were going south so at the next crossroad we would need to turn left.
“What?” Randy screeched, like I was the one who was hard of hearing. “Based on what? Do you even know what highway we are on?”
“Well.” I snapped back. “You’re the driver, why don’t you know?”
“Well”, Randy shot back, “I just drive where you tell me to go!”
At this moment, I could easily tell my husband where he needed to go.
“What we need is a map.” I said, not quite believing I said it.
“Paper map? Who carries a map anymore?” Randy snorted, like it was the dumbest thing he’d ever heard.
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