You're Not Lost. You're In Hugsville.
The GPS direction apps on our phones are great for not getting lost. But is getting lost is always such a bad thing? I remember the time I was driving through the desert on my way to Denver and I got hopelessly lost. As my gas gauge got very low and I began to get panicky I noticed a diner. I pulled in and told the waitress I was lost and she said “You’re not lost. You’re in Hugsville.” And she gave me a hug. Then she said “My name’s Shelly. Sit down and have a nice slice of cherry pie and let’s figure this out.” So I sat down and had a slice of the best cherry pie I could remember. I explained I was going to Denver and she said “Oh that’s easy. Bill come over here.” A guy in mechanic overalls with huge glasses came over and said “Hi I’m Bill.” and gave me a hug. He said I was going the wrong direction but not to worry. “Come out back.” He said.
We went around back and I saw a huge semi truck. He said “Drive your car up in the back and I’ll take you to Denver. I know a short cut.” So I drove the car into the trailer and we both hopped up in the cab of his impressive new semi. As we started driving he said “I need to make one quick stop. Is that a problem? It’ll only take a couple of minutes.” I said “Sure, no problem.” A minute later we pulled into a bank. He said “Want to come in?” So we went into the bank and the bank teller came around the counter and gave us both hugs. Then she said “Another deposit came in today. How much would you like?” He said “Double the regular amount. Thanks.” She smiled and handed him a stack of cash and we left.
We got back in the truck and headed down the road. Bob said “It’s the craziest thing. My Granny bought me a lottery ticket a few years back and it was a big winner. Now every month I get a huge deposit. I bought a truck and some tools and paid off the mortgage on Shelly’s diner and bought some land and a house and a house for my Granny and an engagement ring for Shelly — we’re sweethearts — but now I’m plum out of things to spend the money on. I mainly give it away to charities and friends.” He pause for a moment then said “I noticed you had a guitar in the back of your car. You play music?” I said “Yes. I am a musician.” He said. “I like musicians. I bet there is a really expensive guitar you would like to own but couldn’t ever afford.” I said “Sure. A Gibson L-5 hollowbody jazz guitar.” He said “How much do those things go for.” I said “About $9000 brand new.” He chuckled and said “I guessed right. I took out an extra $10,000 today. I had a feeling I might need it. We're going to the guitar store.” I said “You can’t be serious. I couldn’t accept that kind of gift.” He said “You’d be crazy not to. Honestly, I got more money then I can ever spend. I enjoy buying stuff for people. I makes me happy.”
So about an hour later we arrived in Denver and I drove away with two new friends and my dream guitar. Or maybe I just made that up. Either way, that will never happen if you use a GPS app.
Photo by Dorian Kartalovski