Jack is our GPS, a Garmin Nuvi 660 little box o’ wonder that I have found myself loath to live without. And he is missing. I love his little voice (or big voice, when he’s plugged in to the stereo) that tell me that I’m still going the right way. He comforts me. Reassures me. And now he’s gone missing. With me driving to Danbury Thursday night after work. I need to get there in the 44 minutes that Google predicts, or I’m busted. I could just make the appointment for 8:15 pm, just in case, but that sounds idiotic. I was asked to provide times for which I was available, and I gave 8 pm as one of those times. I better hie my ass out to the ninth-floor parking lot and hope for no traffic or accidents. I’d also better call ahead and ask about the best place to park. I’m not familiar with the Danbury Fair Mall, have been there on more than one occasion, but not in recent times. I could always do a dry run tomorrow night or Wednesday, but that’d mean getting home really late. As Charlie Brown was wont to say, “Good grief!” I’ll set G to looking for him (Jack, not Charlie Brown), since G was the last one to use him.
