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Warning: The following post contains absolutely no valuable information whatsoever... just the report of an incident that made me laugh.
A few weeks ago we were in line at the Candian border crossing, slowly creeping forward in one of several lanes. As is often the case, our lane seemed to be the slowest of the bunch, and cars on either side were inching forward at a slightly faster creep.
A car pulled up on our left and we soon noticed the driver punching up some information on her windshield-mounted GPS navigation device. By the looks of it, she really knew how to use that thing... she was pushing the buttons, taking notes, making adjustments, pushing more buttons... well, you get the idea. We were witnessing a GPS power user.
Her car continued to outpace ours, and soon she was far enough ahead for us to see the bumpersticker on the back of her car. Yep, you've probably guessed it by now, it read: "God is My Co-pilot."
Mystery solved! God works for Garmin.
A few weeks ago we were in line at the Candian border crossing, slowly creeping forward in one of several lanes. As is often the case, our lane seemed to be the slowest of the bunch, and cars on either side were inching forward at a slightly faster creep.
A car pulled up on our left and we soon noticed the driver punching up some information on her windshield-mounted GPS navigation device. By the looks of it, she really knew how to use that thing... she was pushing the buttons, taking notes, making adjustments, pushing more buttons... well, you get the idea. We were witnessing a GPS power user.
Her car continued to outpace ours, and soon she was far enough ahead for us to see the bumpersticker on the back of her car. Yep, you've probably guessed it by now, it read: "God is My Co-pilot."
Mystery solved! God works for Garmin.