“Shut up Karen,” Gladys responded
irritated “you don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gladys put on her blinker and turned left
onto FM 1225. “I know where I’m going.” She drove along at the maximum speed allowed
enthralled by the lush green pastures and woods.
She reached over and adjusted the
volume on the radio which was tuned to one of her favorite Oldies Country
station. George Jones was stopping
loving her today and Willie Nelson was about to be on the road again when she
realized nothing looked familiar. Karen
yelled “make the next left on to County road Five- Five- Four”.
“No!
Damn it, Karen you are going to get me lost again. The last time we took a road trip I ended up
on the edge of an arroyo with no way to turn around. I had to back almost a mile in order to get
out of that mess. Nope if I just stay on
this road long enough it will take me into the next town and I can catch the
highway.”
“Make the next left onto County Road
Five-Five-Four, then go 2 and ½ miles to Highway One-Six-Seven” Karen demanded.
“Listen here, Karen, if you don’t
stop being so bossy I’m not asking you to come with me anymore. I am telling you I am just going to stay on
this road until we get to that little town up the road. What’s the name of it? Teasletown?
Weasletown? Anyway, I am NOT
turning on some gravel road that will lead me to the edge of a cliff with no
way to turn around. Been there done
that!” Gladys responded.
Gladys turned the music down even a
little lower, hoping that would make her feel less lost and she slowed down to
just above the minimum speed allowed by law.
So slow in fact a man on a tractor passed her giving her a big old one
finger wave. She crept along searching
for something familiar. She looked over at Karen, who by this time wasn’t
speaking to her. She humpfed and went
back to squinting out the front windshield and creeping along at a snail’s
pace.
“Is the turn up here soon?” she
inquired.
“When you are able, make a U-turn and
go to County Road Five-Five-Four, then go two- and one-half miles to Highway
One-Six-Seven” Karen stated adamantly.
“Gawddamnit Karen, I told you, I am
NOT turning around. How far is it to the
next town? I need a Starbucks or at the
very least a Micky-D’s coffee. I am
beginning to get a migraine.” Gladys retorted.
“In eight and a half miles there is a
Diner on your right.” Karen responded trying to be helpful.
“Is that where Weasle-Teasletown
is? I don’t want a diner I just want a
drive through.” Gladys was getting short on temper.
She drove down a hill and up the
other side, she passed over Sleepy Woman Creek with its brown water flowing
almost to the crest. She sped up a
little in anticipation of the bitter hot black liquid that would calm the
pounding in her head. She slowed to
watch as a herd of cattle moseyed down a knoll and into a tank to get some
relief from the late summer heat. She
pulled over, took out her phone and snapped a picture of a longhorn relaxing in
the shade of an oak tree. It really was
a pretty drive, even if she didn’t know where she was. She pulled back onto the blacktop and sped up
a bit “how much further” she queried.
Karen sat silent. Gladys nudged her, but Karen didn’t
respond. Gladys poked her; still Karen
sat silent. “Damn-it Karen! I asked you a question. Are you just going to sull up and ignore
me? How much further?”
Finally, after a few minutes “in
three miles exit to the right.”
“So that’s where the diner is or
that’s where I turn to get on the highway?” Gladys asked
Again, Karen sat silent, in
defiance. She had told Gladys to turn on
the county road, then she had told her to turn around, but Gladys wouldn’t
listen. She wouldn’t do as she
suggested. Okay, yes, there was that one
time where she had instructed Gladys to stay on Arroyo Grande and it had ended
in a deep valley with no way out. She
didn’t map it, she was just following the map she had been given. It wasn’t her fault. And traveling with Gladys was no picnic. I mean she wouldn’t take her instruction and
then yell at her for getting lost. Also,
she was horrible about changing her route on a whim and not giving her enough
time to catch up and locate her on the map.
It wasn’t easy being Gladys’s navigator.
Heck, Karen thought, I’d rather have been Amelia Earhart’s
navigator.
“Has it been three miles yet? I don’t see anything.” Gladys stated
nervously.
“In two miles exit to the right.”
Karen replied dryly.
Gladys drove on anxiously watching
for the exit as Karen sat silently dejected in the passenger seat. “I see it!” Gladys screamed excitedly. She exited right and pulled in to the front
of the Easy Inn Diner. It was deserted
and dark. The windows were dust covered
and the door was sealed shut with a plywood guard. “It’s CLOSED!” she yelled at Karen. “Where is the nearest fillin station with
coffee?” she screamed.
Karen sat quiet. She was not going to respond to Gladys’s
craziness. She was going to sit in the
wasteland of nothingness and ignore the ranting and demanding of her companion.
Gladys once more eased onto the black top and put her foot on
the accelerator. “I’mma tell you what,
Karen. This shit has got to stop. I mean, you give me bad directions, you take
me down dead-end streets and then you sull up and won’t talk to me for miles
and miles. Remember that time out in the
desert on the Interstate? Remember how
you didn’t talk to me for almost five hours?
I mean I know there was nothing out there but dirt and cactus, but still
a little conversation would have been nice.
No, you decided you just weren’t going to have any input at all. Everyone told me to take you with me. I would get lost without you. Well, you get me lost, and here is another
example of just that. You got me out
here in the middle of the state and I am lost!
L*O*S*T just like them people in that show. What do you have to say to that?”
Karen sat quiet. She had nothing to say. What could she say? She spun on this. She thought and finally responded “when safe
make a U-turn.”
“Fine, I’ll make a U-turn.” She eased to the shoulder looked both ways at
the non-existent traffic and made a U-turn.
“Now what, Karen?”
Then she pipped up “In two and three
quarters mile take a left onto Highway One-Five-Five, go 37 miles and your
destination will be on the right.”
Gladys sighed, it was this way
every-time she used Karen Cortana to map her route. Maybe it was time for her to friend Suzie
Siri.