I love my GPS! I can’t live without it. Except when it gets me lost. Really lost. How does that happen? Every once in awhile, this tiny, compact satellite system unpredictably sends me to some obscure, off-the-beaten-path location. And usually, it’s absolutely nowhere near where I need to be. Last night, I had a meeting out in an unfamiliar part of town. I entered all the pertinent information into my GPS and drove off. After “reaching my destination” a couple of times -- and a few illegal U-turns later -- I finally turned down a side street for help. I called out to the first person I saw. He was a very pleasant man, who said he was about to take his family out for pizza and would be happy to show me the way. Frustrated yet filled with gratitude, I took him up on his offer. And, although I was running extremely late, I just had to smile and chuckle as I patiently waited for him to unload his entire van -- making room for his 2 children, the wife, and the family dog.
I followed him for what seemed like an eternity, in the dark, in the opposite direction from where my GPS told me I was supposed to be. I started to get a little nervous, as I thought for sure this man was leading me into the woods somewhere. I had visions of ending up as the subject matter for a “Made for TV Murder Mystery." (Mom always told me I had a vivid imagination!) But, sure enough, this very kind, decent, good Samaritan guided me directly and safely to my destination. After we arrived, I rolled down my window and thanked him profusely. He just shrugged his shoulders, said "no problem" -- and then off he went to feed his family at the pizza parlor.
Hmmm … perhaps I should change the title of this blog to “When GPS Stands for Good Person Sighting!"