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The GPS

 We were lost.


In a foreign city,

In a foreign state.



With nothing but the GPS to guide us.




How did we get to this point though?




Now I think of it, I have no idea.

there was absolutely no problem until we wound up at the airport while we were trying to drive home.



I don't mean we passed the airport, I mean the GPS took us through the airport.


At this point, we had no choice but to go where the device led us.


And lead us it did.


We went through the parking spots, passed the plane hangars (from afar), drove under part of a runway (don't ask), passed the domestic AND international departure AND arrival terminals...


You understand now why I said we were lost right?


What could I do?

Watch my mom drive while my brothers and I ate cookies whilst laughing at our situation. Even mom began to laugh at a point. It was ridiculous.


It wasn't so bad though. 


As least this time we got lost because of the GPS we were clearly still in civilization


but that's a story for another day.

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