Directionally Challenged

Well, it happened again. Yesterday, as Royce was driving the bus, our GPS (affectionately known as the Garminator) went on the fritz. It kept on telling him to turn in 500 feet. He went in a circle twice. Now, remember, Royce hates the GPS. It has a woman's voice that tells him where to go, and he just can't take it. So, he's up in the driver's seat, blood rushing to his face, yelling for Dan and talking back to the GPS. Now, Dan, on the other hand is convinced that the Garminator is infallible. I mean, there's the Bible and just slightly below is the Garminator. I am convinced he would drive into a lake if the GPS told him to. Anyway, Dan runs up to the front of the bus and Royce says, "Dan, you drive. I can't figure out where she's trying to tell me to go." Dan looks up, then back at Royce and calmly says, "Uh, Royce, we have reached our destination. We're in the hotel parking lot." Sure enough, Royce had been driving around the hotel for 5 minutes. Just another day on the Liberty bus.

Royce prefers conventional methods of figuring out where we are going...

...while Dan goes wherever the Garminator tells him to go. We have literally ended up in the middle of a pig farm before.