The Wonders of GPS

So I’m cruising through Tennessee and I say to myself, “Self, I would really like some Chinese food.” So I punch a few buttons on the GPS to search for restaurants. I limit the search to Chinese only and the GPS says, “well, I have bad news for you. The closest Chinese restaurant is 44 miles away, in Memphis.” And I respond with, “you know what, that’s okay. Take me there.” So the GPS adds the address en route, and 44 miles later, I veer off the Interstate and stop at “Goodies Submarine Sandwiches and Chinese Food,” less than half a mile from Graceland. I pick up some Egg Drop Soup and drink it on the road.

I will never, ever tire of playing with my GPS. And, I will never, ever take another road trip without one. Period.