GPS and Stuff

GPS and Stuff

“Are you sure this is the right road?” I yell at my GPS. It doesn’t answer. It just moves the little car, that is supposed to be me, further along the squiggly line that is supposed to be the road I’m on. The road is named Simmons Street, but for some reason the GPS doesn’t seem to want me to know what town I’m in.

“Turn left in three hundred feet,” the GPS says, quite smugly, if you ask me. And, how far is three hundred feet anyway? I see two lefts ahead either one could be three hundred feet as far as I can tell. I couldn’t mark off three hundred feet for a thousand dollar prize! I pick the first one. Then I stop, turn around and go back, and take the second one... the real left.

I glance at the clock, I have twenty minutes before I’m supposed to be there. Since I have no idea where I am, I have no idea if that’s good or bad.

Suddenly a bigger line shows up on the GPS. It says Wilsonville on one side, and Framingham on the other!!! I made it to Framingham!

I arrive at the church, lots of cars no people. Everyone must be inside. Thankfully I’m already in my dress. I rush in.

Everyone stands up cheering as I rush down the aisle. I stop, out of breath, and stand next to Jim.

Jim is laughing. He looks down at me and smiles, then says, “You were late for our first date, and many dates after that. You were late for our engagement party. When you didn’t show up, some people were worried, but not me. I told them you were just late, as usual.”

You know, I think this marriage might actually work.