Friday, September 30, 2016

More True Crime (Ideas)

Depositing the sophomore at UCSD and the freshman at CSU-Fullerton, I hit the road about 6:30 p.m. For the first few hours, I went back and forth about just driving a couple of hours north or going the whole 400+ miles in one fell swoop. Better to have the lonely ride home behind me than in front of me.

So I drove. As is nearly always the case, traffic and road closures near about Patterson (Pop. 42 maybe?) had my adored mapping companion noting it could get me home at 1:15 a.m. instead of 2:20 a.m. if I just exited now. Now.

I did. Dark as can be. Driving on what I now realize were essentially ranch roads. At one point, the driver-in-front-of-me-with-the-same-mapping-companion shot past the road marked with a couple of twigs and pulled down into the shoulder embankment. No cars behind me, I managed to brake, throw it into reverse and pull onto Twig Road 23 ahead of my now-lagging road mate.

A total of 20 miles out of my way, then back on the highway, and I still beat the 1:15 a.m. estimated arrival by a few precious hairs. [That is one of the primarily reasons we use GPS systems, right? To beat the estimated arrival time? No?]

How hard could it possibly be for someone to hack that app of mine and wait until it's late and dark and I don't know where I'm at and I'm traveling home along unfamiliar territory and just send me off on a road that doesn't ultimately lead me back to the highway? What if, say, my husband was tech savvy and decided that the life insurance policy I have is mighty enticing? What if, as we were communicating via cell as I made my way north, he put his evil plot into action?

Here's hoping I didn't give him any ideas.

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