In California you aren’t supposed to have your GPS stuck to your windshield. We are rebels, ours was stuck to our windshield. Shhhhh.
So a few funny things happened on the way to San Jose. First off… we kept seeing these huge airplane wings on trucks. I’ll post a photo in a moment of that.
Another funny thing was the sign… “Are you feeling puzzled? Call 1-800-HIS-WORD”. So, I called. I mean… we were traveling with the GPS, but we did have a few glitches, as one sometimes does, even with a GPS. So… I switched off caller ID and called. Karen was mortified, and said… they will have your number. They will call you back. I was confident they wouldn’t and told her no… I turned off caller ID. So I called. I got a recording offering me help with sermons in either English or Spanish. I had to press one or two. I hung up. But seriously, I felt less puzzled, so that was good.
We then passed a sign offering dirt for sale. I didn’t call that number. We had nowhere to put it anyway.
The last thing, other than just the normal hilarious banter that happens when Karen and I road trip together, was us leaving Sacramento after stopping to visit our nephew who’s going to college there. The GPS was telling us to go one way, and we kept thinking that wasn’t the way. We must have circled like three times waiting for it to “recalculate” when finally, Karen called and asked her dad how to get out of Sacramento going toward San Jose. He was like… take 99 to 4 to 5, etc. Karen goes… that’s what the GPS is telling us. Her dad thought that was hilarious. And really, it was. The moral… don’t resist the GPS, it knows all.