Always Trust the GPS: Even When Your Husband Knows Where He Is Going
- aprilcoons128
- Apr 6
- 3 min read
Updated: 2 days ago
Ah, road trips. The open road, the wind in your hair, the endless possibilities. It’s a time for adventure, bonding, and—if you’re like us—a healthy dose of “I told you so.” Let me set the scene.
It’s Spring Break, and we’re heading back home through Nashville, having just spent a few blissful days in our travel trailer. The trip has been pretty smooth (as smooth as it can be when you’re still figuring out how to navigate life on the road), and we’re feeling good about the journey.
That is, until we approach the freeway on-ramp.
Now, let me tell you about my husband. He’s a “let’s just wing it” kind of guy when it comes to directions. While I’m the one who likes to trust technology (i.e., the GPS), he’s the one who feels the need to take the route "he knows", convinced he knows better than the system. In this case, we’re about to get on the highway, and he declares, “I don’t know where the hell that’s taking us.” Cue the deep sigh from me.
“I think we should listen to the GPS,” I say, my voice filled with the wisdom of experience.
“Nah, it’s fine,” he replies, his confidence (or arrogance?) bubbling over as he makes a sharp turn onto the ramp.
And what happens next?
We are cruising along, feeling like we’re in the clear when—BAM! Traffic. And not just any traffic. Oh no. We’ve hit the dreaded 1.5 hours of traffic. You know, the kind that’s worse than waiting for a pot of water to boil. The kind where you start questioning your life choices. You can practically hear the GPS saying, “I told you so.”
As we sit there, barely inching forward, I realize something: technology is smarter than we give it credit for. The GPS had been giving us the smooth route. The route that would have avoided all this. The route that would have spared us this moment, or 90 moments as it turns out, of pure frustration.
But here’s the thing. I love my husband. He’s a great guy. And after 20 minutes of sitting in traffic, he turned to me and said, “You were right. We should’ve listened to the GPS.”
Do you know what that moment felt like? It was like a victory lap, but without the confetti. It was my “I told you so” moment, but with a sprinkle of grace because, well, we’re still a team. And honestly, who could be mad at a guy who admits when he’s wrong?
So, what did I learn? Simple: Always trust the GPS. It’s there for a reason. It’s not trying to take you on some detour to test your patience. It’s trying to make your life easier. Sure, the occasional glitch happens (like when it wants you to turn into a lake), but 99% of the time, it’s got your back.
Next time, when we hit the road again, you can bet I’ll be sitting there with my fingers crossed that the GPS is calling the shots. And when my husband says, “I don’t know where that’s taking us,” I’ll just smile, nod, and say, “Trust me, it’s the way home.”
Moral of the story? Don’t be like us. Trust the GPS. Your sanity will thank you later.
What "I told you so" story do you have??
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