My friend is driving to Dallas from Maryland for Christmas.
I drove with him last year, but this year I’m flying and we’ll meet up there.
I just got a phone call asking where to pick up I-85.
I said in Petersburg.
He asks where that is.
I said just south of Richmond.
Me: Yeah, where are you?
Him: You’re kidding me. I think we’re in Florida.
Me: Bwahahahaha – what the hell? You should never see Florida on the way to Texas.
He pulls over. I get to the computer and route him from where he is to Dallas.
I contact Dallas to laugh about all of this and to proclaim that men need wives.
I am informed from Dallas that he has GPS.
Which he turned off.
Because it talks too much.
I guess he has the best kind of wife.