The other day, we made the three-hour drive to the beach where my parents have a condo. Only it wasn’t a three-hour drive.
It was pouring as we hit the road, and as we turned onto the highway, we found ourselves in stopped traffic. For miles.
Navigation wasn’t helping us. Just piping out the same old route, completely oblivious to the fact that it was blocked off. It didn’t tell us what was ahead, or how far, or what was being done. It didn’t give us an alternate way. As far as it was concerned, we could sit there all day. And we would have.