11/13/2025
Bob was feeling good. Coffee in the cup holder, country music on the radio, GPS leading the way. The little screen proudly declared, “Continue on Highway 100 for 12 miles.”
Except Highway 100, it seemed, had other plans.
As Bob rounded the bend, the road simply… stopped. Dead end. A shiny metal guardrail stared back at him like, “Buddy, you sure about this?”
He blinked. The GPS didn’t even flinch. The little purple line ran confidently straight through the guardrail and into what looked like a patch of forest thick enough to hide Bigfoot.
“Uh… hey Garmin,” Bob said, “you seeing this?”
The GPS calmly replied, “Continue straight.”
Bob leaned forward, squinting. “You mean… through that thing?”
“Continue straight.”
He imagined explaining this to his insurance company: ‘Yeah, the GPS told me to drive through a fence. No, I don’t have the car anymore.’
After a moment of silence, the GPS gave up. “Recalculating.”
Bob chuckled. “Yeah, you do that. Take your time.”
He threw the car into reverse and muttered, “I swear, if this thing sends me into a lake next, I’m getting a paper map.”
As he turned around, the GPS politely suggested, “Make a U-turn.”
Bob grinned. “You don’t say.”
He drove off laughing, shaking his head. Somewhere out there, a bunch of tech geniuses thought they’d mapped America perfectly.
Turns out, they missed a spot.