Had a couple of out-of-town friends coming to visit today. They had never been to the farm before-we've always met up with them at other locations(church, birthday parties, conferences). This time they were in the area and coming to our farmhome! We were excited, even cleaned the house for the occasion! Dear Farmer was on the phone with them and willing to give directions, "No", they said, "Just give us your address and we'll use the GPS." In the country, the GPS doesn't always work. Many times I believe the programmers just think "it's a gravel road/small town why put those in?" Well, people do still live wa-a-ay out in the middle of no-where...so it might have come in handy. Anyhow, the company didn't arrive. And didn't arrive. And just when Dear Farmer and the Wife were contemplating how lost they probably were...there was a phone call. The company wasn't just lost, they had landed in the next state! ( I had to put that in bold for the effect of the story...really, our farm is on the stateline, they weren't too far away.) They had plugged in our address, but incorrectly-driving past our house...and far down the road...before realizing they were totally in the wrong place. The GPS was telling them to keep going, but they knew they should turn around.
Now some of you may say, it was the fault of the person who was programming the coordinates, not the GPS...and some of you may say it was the fault of the GPS because it didn't recognize the coordinates that were programmed in didn't exist. Either way, the company did arrive. But too late to visit more than a couple moments before their next appointment. (BUMMER)
Dear Farmer did look like a very un-happy little farmer-boy...but he will get to visit with them another time. {Sigh} The house needed to be cleaned anyways.
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