Sunday Scribblings - #260 - Nearly

Sunday Scribblings  - #260 - Nearly

“Shit, you nearly killed us!”

“Well, we’re supposed to go left there,” She said to me, very matter of fact.

“Where?” I asked, looking at the long dark stretch of major highway.

“It said we were supposed to go left about half a mile ago,”

She pointed to the dashboard, towards a sinister little box sitting atop it that was supposed to, in her mind, back up her story.

“There is a three foot high cement barrier running down the middle of this highway for miles,” I said, hoping that she hadn’t just noticed this now. “Um…I don’t see that left has been an option for like six miles now.”

“Well…” she said, again pointing to the – now suspiciously quiet – black box resting just below the windshield.

I stared at the GPS, willing it to say something, anything. Taunting it to somehow man up and back-up its reasoning for making my friend question whether or not she should just whip a hard left on a 2-lane highway, with a 60 MPH speed limit. Begging it to do something other than blink that freakin arrow. Anything. Recalculate, bitch! Nothing.

I looked back over to my friend in the driver seat and told her not to worry. “It’s not your fault.”

“I was mistaken,” I said, now moving forward, putting my mouth close to the GPS, and whispered. “It’s you who nearly killed us…”

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