The past few days, my mom, Judy, and I have been driving around New England visiting colleges, because, you know, I'm an adult and now need to make adult decisions, like which college I'd like to attend.
The biggest drive was from Philly to New London, Connecticut. We rented out a GPS with our car, because trying to find our way around on maps would be a disaster. Judy initally named the GPS Opal after her neighbor, but then decided Ruby was more fitting. Why we're naming our GPS after people who were born around the turn of the century I don't know.
Anyway, Judy refuses to look at the GPS's map; she'll only listen to what the GPS says. Unfortunately, the GPS doesn't speak extremely clearly and Judy doesn't hear too well either. What does this lead to? Well, it leads to us driving by New York City on our way to Connecticut. It leads to Judy nearly taking the Harlem exit off the freeway. It leads to extra hours of our road trip. And, it leads to lots and lots of laughing.